I pull the duvet over my nude body and begin to reach down between my legs. I read the first sentence of the action and begin to rub my clitoris slowl..., biting my lower lip once more. I cannot believe how good it feels to finally be giving my craving pussy the attention it has longed for. I read some more, before shutting my eyes and imagining that I’m the girl in the story, being fucked by a long, meaty organ. My rubbing begins to quicken along with my heart beat. I let out more soft moans as. “Stay here, Ishy,” Mona said in an authoritative voice that I was powerless to resist. “Come back here. And stop covering yourself.” “What is she doing here?” “Because you wouldn’t talk to me, Ishmael,” Julie said. “But you have to because nothing is what you think.” I stood there in front of them. I was conscious of my nakedness in front of Julie, shame burning my skin. But I didn’t fight it. I’d given up. I accepted that I was now only an object to be used and degraded by the one person in. As she looked up, Miranda stirred, and smiled down at her."Did I wake you?" Misty inquired sleepily."Not really," confided Miranda, shaking her head, "I always have trouble sleeping after making love. Usually about five minutes after I get just a bit hyper. No big deal, though. Oh, and don't worry, I didn't take advantage of you..."Misty bowed her head, chuckling softly. "Don't worry," she assured, "I have no problem with your hands going anywhere they want."Miranda sighed happily, and hugging. I paid for the dress and then took Mekala to my home to shower. She went in and came out about ten minutes later wrapped in just a small towel. She grabbed her new dress and went into my bedroom to change. I went into the bathroom to gather up her clothes and found her panties. They were pretty bad. They smelled, they were really damp, and they had stains in the crotch. Normally I would have held them up to my nose but these were really bad.When Mekala came out I asked about her panties and she.