She stiffened again and her hand gripped my wrist convulsively, but she didn’t really try to stop me. My heart was beginning to pound. I realized fo... the first time that I was finally going to get my hand in her panties. Maybe I’d get more! “Bhaiya,” she said, her voice a little scared. “Please…” I didn’t say anything, just kept stroking her thigh, moving my hand closer and closer to the edge of her panties. Sheila had my wrist in both hands, but made no move to either close her slightly parted. I was too old for this. And besides, he was married.But there was something about those eyes. I couldn't stop looking at them. How ironic it was that I had never given him a second thought in high school, but couldn't get him out of my mind now. I remember him being awkward then; not seeming to be comfortable in his skin, or something like that. But thirty years later, he seemed very comfortable with himself; the years had been very good to him.We talked a couple of other times after that, but. "You are such a natural. I'm so proud ofyou."Ann blushed, smiled and turned away embarrassed. "Mom!" she whined."Oh! You love every second of it," Katrina said.Two women, mother and daughter strolled through the mall, entering shops,commenting on the clothing, trying some on. It was everything Ann needed.She relaxed, and focused on enjoying this time. It was something she'dlonged for, for so long. They went to a store and Katrina tried on anelegant evening dress."Mom, whenever are you going. Still standing beside Penny, Mistress spoke: "Jenny is truly a sight to behold, isn't she?" Yes, Mistress." Sandy wondered if Mistress could detect the lust in her voice."Well, she has a tough act to follow. As you can see, your performance inspired many of the Mistresses in the room to put their slave's tongues to use." Thank you, Mistress." As with any compliment from Mistress, these words stroked some part of Sandy deep within her, making her want to submit to Mistress all the more. As these.