I let my hand slowly caress her warm rear and on down her smooth thighs. "You really seem to be hot this weekend, don't you?" I asked.Judy twisted her...head around to look at me. "I don't see you complaining. And for that matter, you seem pretty excited yourself."I smiled down at her. "I guess I am. Honestly, Judy, I've never had this kind of sex with any woman before. You are fantastic!"She moved her hand up and let it gently touch my face. "Neither have I, Paul."I knew what she meant, but I. “Sorry, they ordered it should be served this way.” “Couldn’t you at least let me out of here?” “No, I don’t have a key for the cage.” She put her arm through a feeding slot in the bars and held the teat of the bottle to my lips. I felt like refusing, but I hadn’t had anything at all since yesterday evening, so I began to suck at the bottle, emptying it fast. “My name’s Sindy by the way.” she said looking back as she walked out the door. Well later on Rachael and Kelly were back, they opened. It was a time when schools did not teach sex ed and before gay lib made alternate lifestyles thinkable. Dave's parents like many parents at the time would not talk about sex and he couldn't dream of asking about the urges he felt. His eighth grade teacher was a good guy but not someone you would ask about personal things and there were no counselors or psychologists at schools then. Because he was shy and a loner he didn't have friends he trusted enough to ask and mostly he was afraid that. And as those wonderfully soft lips touched her own, that recent strength of the tongue replaced with suppleness and tenderness, her blindfold was removed. She could smell her own scent on the face of Alysha, her handmaiden as she smiled at her. The girls lovely red curls tumbled onto her shoulders, spilling over the light shift she was wearing. Alysha gave the lady one last kiss before departing. She was still out of breath. Still trying to recover from the surprise and the orgasm. She could.