I enjoyed it.Minutes more into the kissing, I had removed the jacket that she always kept over herself, for the first time in memory I had seen her cl...thing beneath it (She literally never took it off, she loved her jacket). I then caught a glimpse of just how big her breasts were, asking her, "How big are they?" with a response, "E's". My mind lit up, I wanted to get in those quick having a fetish for breasts. I unbuttoned her thin dark gray top and let her remove her bra. I got a good grasp. As his hands slid down further, a finger found its way into my pussy, and I gasped. I wanted him in me in some capacity, and for the moment, his finger was sufficient. I found myself grinding my hips against his hand, fucking his finger like I would a dick. While I did, he just stood behind me and kept his hand perfectly still, allowing me to find my rhythm with my hips. For several minutes I did this, gasping and moaning loudly in the shower as I did, the warm water beating on my skin, and. I wonder if it was comfortable towear. My mind fought against my feelings, but I could feel a deepsexual animal down inside me screaming to be let out. I wanted to knowwhat it felt like to have my vagina rubbed through that material. Istarted to breath heavy as I touched the silk hanging down from acrimson red teddy next to the corset display. The buttons on my blousestrained against my breasts with each deep breath. So soft, I thought.My hormones were dominating me.I turned away and found. . I shook my head, gaggingon the rubber phallus in my mouth in the process, but She totallydisregarded the gesture - She wasn't asking me, she was stating the factthat I had no option to argue with.While I was trembling inside my silly slut outfit, She locked my dresseshand cuffs to the ring in front of the leather belt, tightly fastenedaround my tiny waist - I now appeared to demurely hold my hand in frontof me, but in reality that made me even more helpless, than before - if Ifell, I doubt I.