Hmm. Interesting choice of words - bit low on outrage, and open to different interpretations. “Because you have an incredibly hot body, you are gorg...ous, and I really, really want to fuck you. See you on wednesday?” And with that I turned and left her.I had told the girls the following week that I thought there was a chance she might come - I had picked up just enough of the vibe of the inner slut from her - but I was by no means confident. However, come she did, and to her credit she arrived. What was a tad unusual was that Captain Stocking was currently hanging out his washing on the Maginot Line en la France whilst keeping the dastardly Nazi Hun at bay in 1940.So really, I was quite pleased to learn that this small difficulty was nothing more than "a stubbornly persistent illusion" and in no way was likely to shatter the carefully crafted 'suspension of disbelief' contract between author and saddo. Which all would have been spiffing and top hole if Albie hadn't gone and pointed. She was warned again about speaking and the gag was removed. Strong hands removed her clothes. A strong tasting liquid was held to her lips and she was told to rinse out her mouth and then spit it out. It contained a high percentage of a disinfectant and burned her gums slightly. The gag was replaced. Two strong pairs of hands pushed her down on a cold table and a female member of the group opened what looked like a douche bottle. The bent tip was placed in her vagina and she felt a flow of an. She embraced me and unbuttoned her blouse. She was not wearing a bra and her magnificent globes popped out. Her boobs were full, firm and her nipples were very erect. She held my head, guided it and buried it in her bosom. She placed an erect nipple into my mouth.“Suck it moaneh! I love your lips and tongue on my nipples!”I sucked her nipples and gently squeezed her firm breasts.She had on a short skirt, and as she moved about on the bed, I could see that she was not wearing any panties either..