She raised a leg onto the edge of the bed and began rolling down a stocking."Fifty!" said one of the out of towners."Sixty!"She began taking down her ...ther stocking and stroking her legs from toes to hips."Seventy-five!"She ran her hands sensuously over the black bodice cupping her breasts while Miranda watched her pupil with approval."One hundred dollars!" said the mine owner.Ellen's hands went between the cups of her garment and began to tantalizingly undo the hooks which would allow the. I could hear my heart beating. It was like a high speed train. I stumbled up a set of stairs I came across. They were so bloody steep. I felt like I was climbing a mountain. Through the fuzziness, I could make out figures. People. They hardly paid me any attention as I stumbled past them, most were too drunk or too busy to notice. I finally found what I was looking for. The bathroom. And it was empty. Thank God. I made my way across the bathroom. It was only a few steps, but right then it seem. “Finally, you may not touch yourself. You may not touch your pussy, clitoris or nipples. Or indeed any other overtly erogenous zone. Should you do so,” I paused and cocked my head to one side. “What shall we have?” I asked rhetorically.I wasn’t expecting her to answer, but she understood the punishment protocol and said quietly, “a longer stimulation?”“Hmm. Yes. I agree. How about a ten second stimulation?”She nodded her understanding, but she was also starting to show a touch of fear.”And if. I get a big charge out of reading those hot stories regarding... dare I even say it... incest! However, as much as these stories turned me on, (and they usually did!), I really found it difficult to believe that there were actually guys out there making it with women in their own family. I mean, this kind of stuff is only fantasy, right!? It's not real. Most of the scenarios sound pretty far out....Like for instance, the story about the woman whose son climbed into bed with her after her.