She leaned over a small plant he had and her dress crawled high on her leg backs. She leaned deeper, stuck a finger in the plant saying, “it needs w...ter, Dad”. Her dress crawled up to the band on her thigh tops. She took extra seconds checking the plant then stood. Paula turned to see his eyes locked at her crotch position and his cock standing straight up, tenting his pants with a wet spot. She returned to her seat in front of him, knees together giving him a small view of a white V between. He continued to look at her, and she finally looked back at him. His hair hung gently in his black eyes, and he sat on her bed nude. Chloe scooted nearer to him and kissed him, pushing him into the sheets and starting to move her hips in a rhythm, unconsciously rubbing her wet pussy against his cock, making it hard as stone. She impaled herself on it, feeling him fill her. She kissed him gently over and over, and he put his face lower to nibble softly on a breast. She moaned and continued to. “I have no idea, but I think I know what would make the men happy for the first time, you in that same robe and high heels. They will like to see your body. Even if we are going slowly, it is something. It’s not very creative, I know, but …”I walked to her, took her in my arms, and kiss her on the neck several times. I felt her shiver, which pleased me. “We’ll get more creative, Miss Dori.” She pulled back her head and looked at me. I smiled at her, “Thank you for directing me, Miss.” Her smile. The second day consisted of Violet placing Jenny in a bondage chair, boundinto immobility with heavy leather straps. Her arms had not been untied sincethe day in the sauna. She found herself, in this case, unable to avoid Violet'storture. She would ask, "Are you my slavegirl?" and, as Jenny would notrespond, Violet would produce a thin rod of stainless steel and slowly push itthrough the thick latex and into Jenny's breast. After an hour, Jenny's breastslooked like pincushions, with many small.