This is a step in the rightdirection. As if this recognition helps to awaken me, I help by pullingdown the satin panties.I stand before her naked, not...sure of the next step. As I contemplatewhether I should get some clothes, she picks up the white satin pantiesshe had put on the bed earlier on. Suddenly I see: she's going to put themon me!In panic I back away, but she catches my elbow with one arm, the pantiesin her other. I try to break from her hold and we struggle for a while.She easily. She quivered as I pulled tighter, stretching her arms taut. I stared at her armpits, freshly shaved. Her sweet body spray and spicy pussy musk filled the air, driving back the dusty scent of the shed.“Look at you,” I said, my dick throbbing. “Just so beautiful.”“Thank you, Christina,” she moaned, her voice a sweet dulcet that made my heart ache. I shuddered and then anchored the rope to a heavy, metal shelf, tying the knot with expert skill, the rope taut, her arms yanked up in the air. She. I woke him up with a good, hearty breakfast.He left with a smile on his face. He was happy and he didn't have to askany questions. I had cracked the door.Week passed week, and my campaign of urgent caution continued; so did hisbody's second puberty. After three months, I noticed a lot that he didn't- he was itching near-constantly at his swelling chest, and his bottomhad grown noticeably round, jiggling with some steps. Between theconstant seductive campaign and the physical changes, I was. Hewas also aware of the irony of both women being dressed in unfemininestyles, while what he had on was overly girly. The females startedtoward the bedroom, with Sara gesturing for him to follow. When theygot there she went into the top drawer of her dresser and took out aneight inch vibrator. It consisted of a long handle, followed by anarrow neck, and then a curved head. The device resembled a handheldmicrophone. Sara held it close to her mouth and sang a familiar linefrom a hit song. .