Muskara kar boli uske sarir par panty nahi hai. mujhe jhatka sa laga aur viswas nhi hua. mene fir se hath fera par panty nahi mili.. zeni fir muskaray... aur mujhe uski chut dabane ko kaha. main dhire dhire uski chut dabane aur sahlane lagi. beech beech me uska chehra par ajeeb se bhav aa rahe thay. mene pucha kya hua zeni, tabiyat to thik he na. to usne mera ek hath uske piche le jane ko kaha. main apna hath piche le gayi to mera muh khula rah gaya. kaan sunnnn ho gaye…mere hatho me jo cheej. ’ She looked at Stan as she exited the car, ‘Shall we take a closer look?’ Stan had made a point of researching companies on the island that provided tours, so this was nothing new for him. He knew the stories and legends that the guides would tell along the tours, so he guided Jess through the area letting her stop and shoot photos at her leisure. Jessica stopped to listen to a guide telling a story along side a pool of bubbling mud. Stan excused himself to visit the restroom. As she was. It seemed unlikely that this was the last time they would spend together tonight.Maggie came over to me and took my hand and we both said a brief goodbye to everyone and left the room. We went upstairs, still holding hands. I noticed that her dressing gown belt had become loose and her thin nightdress was easy to see, with her breasts outlined below. Maggie had lost her shyness. When we got to the bedroom we went over to the two small armchairs that were positioned by the picture window. A full. Lucy told me she was really disappointed and that she had all her sissy stuff in the bag at her feet. Curious, I asked what she had in the bag and we giggled and blushed as we shared what each of us had brought with us. She said she had some lacy red underwear (matching bra and panties as well as some stockings, suspenders, heels, her favourite little black dress and wig. She even let slip she was wearing a chastity cage as well as already being plugged. I told her I too was locked up in.