Lizzy responded to my handiwork and started to moan:“Mmm, Mandy, so good. Yes! So good, stick a finger in.”I happily honored my sister’s request...by slowly sticking my middle finger into her dripping box, at first, I didn’t move it, then, I started using a circular motion which drove her wild:“Oh, Mandy! Oh, oh, Mandy! Ungh! Ungh! This is much better than masturbating, oh yes! Yes! Yes! More! More! More! In and out, sis! In and out!”Then, I switched from a circular motion to a slow and steady. "Thanks, I will."She returned to the North Satellite, and made sure she had a steady flow of outside air. It must have worked, she felt the urge to head for the break room, but it wasn't like normal. One of the things Hubbard had for the women who were having their periods were the sex machines. It was like masturbating, in a way. These were ones you sat on. There was no penetration, and you put plastic over the machine itself. Then it vibrated down there, which gave you the most delicious. “I’m sorry, you dropped the button and we must begin again.” He smirked behind her back at her predicament as she picked up the button once again and hesitated before pressing it again.He pretended to be polite, but he enjoyed the fact that on his first attempt, he had gotten her to drop the button and had gotten a free stroke in on her. This time, he drew out the stroke, tapping and testing the skin and his aim, before saying several times “Ok now, you’re ready - right?”This time he hit her. I wanted them and I was willing to risk getting into trouble. I stuffed the pantyhose into an old department store shopping bag and when I got home I counted them. I don’t remember the exact number but it was over 30 pair. If she noticed she never said anything but I don’t think she paid it much attention. I wore those pantyhose for several months, including to school until each pair was in tatters. I also wore them at home but only for a few hours at a time.Probably six or so months later I.