“I’ve worn your school gym kit.” Her toe stopped moving and she leant forward. Her hand gripped mine as it slid up my cock and halted. “Worn?�...� She started stroking. “Please don’t be mad, Mistress.” “Do I look ‘mad’?” She didn’t. I couldn’t imagine why she wasn’t - but Justine was utterly calm. And she was stroking my cock with a pair of her own knickers. “No, Mistress." “There’s a reason for that, Peter. I’m not mad. But…” “But, Mistress?” “It might be fun to pretend that I am.” Justine’s hand. "That has possibilities."Monica sighed. "Living with you two is going to be interesting. We spend our afternoons coming up with scandals to fuel murders."Jennifer laughed and slapped her friend. Going back to their own thoughts, they finished the ride in relative silence.Bill pulled the RV into the service section first, emptying the tanks and refilling the water tank. Then he moved to the assigned space at the Park and this time hooked up both electrical, and water, and then the sewage hose.. Missy Wyoming, Tim's Wife,/ Molly, Wolf companionPeterbilt 385, Beauty (New), Beast (old) 385Tim Wyoming, Missy's husbandPeterbilt 379, Jumper (New), Hopper, (Old passed down to Red, then toRose)Jillian Montrose Wyoming, Co-WifePeterbilt 379, Ice PackDarlene Wyoming-Lightfeather, Oldest daughter/ Dark Shadow, wolfcompanionMack, MackenzieRedwing Wyoming, SonKenworth T660, Beast II (New Truck), Beater (Old Truck (totaled)Rose Petal Wyoming, DaughterPeterbilt 385, HopperFlower Wyoming,. Your pink lips, covered by a thin layer of lip gloss, are shining under the lights. And your perky breasts, only concealed by the thin dress, are rising and falling with your breathing, faster than usual. The lack of movement and physical contact are making you more nervous than you already are. Involuntarily you raise your right hand, your nails scratching the imaginary itch on your pale skinned cheek as if contemplating pulling off the blindfold and ending this little game. I’m sure you are.