Her feet, as she sat demurely opposite him, were clad in classicshoes, rounded toe, nothing too exaggerated, in a black suede, withmedium heels.It was...the sum of all the things that betrayed her. All the littlethings that by themselves would have passed as feminine, but takenas a whole alerted one to something being not quite what it seemed.And once one thought that, admitted the possibility, then her bodygestures, her movements betrayed her. They were schooled, andelegant. But they were too. And say them like you mean t!)"Good girl," your tormentor says, finally releasing your tits."Hey," another girl chimes in, "we should see if she really is all wet down there. Wouldn't it be hilarious if she's totally soaked?" All of the girls around you laugh.The girls crowd aroudn you, ripping down your skirt and panties. You strugge and cry out, trying to avoid being exposed, but even your pressed together legs do no good. Your legs are wrenched apart, exposing your neatly shaved pussy to the. She was the only one of us that who wasn’t kneeling or crawling. She was obviously the hottest one of us as well. “Now if she gave me a BJ every day, I’d let you all do whatever the fuck you want.”Dancer didn’t try to hide her nudity and she didn’t look offended that he wanted her to suck his dick. She had been propositioned many times over the years. Jessie certainly wasn’t the first. She smiled back at him and effortlessly marched in place with her hands cuffed behind her back while looking. I awoke to my older sister Jen entering my room. She said with a smile, “Just getting the laundry.” She grabbed my basket and left. I laid back down and wondered why she didn’t just yell for me to bring them to her, but I figured it must be part of the new leaf she had turned over. Then I realized my fresh sticky mess was in there. Normally I’d been doing my own laundry lately, so I didn’t think of it, but now…I quickly tossed on some clothes and sprinted to the basement where I could.