” She playfully rubbed the young troopers buttocks as if she was shining the lycra that was stretched over his firm bottom.She then stood in front o... the last of the four young troopers and looked down at his lycra clad testicles, “You my young trooper have the biggest issue!” The young soldier looked nervous, “Can the rest of you see the problem?” She pointed at the troopers balls gently poking them with her finger nail. One of the young troopers bravely spoke, “I see the problem Captain its. I smelled a chemical odor masked by a floral scent, potent as gardenias despite it barely being there. Then I heard a voice, not Jason's, higher pitched. It insinuated itself inside my skull, making me unsure of its source: a speaker or self-created. I couldn't understand the words but they effected me.The nirvana I had been in ended. Images of my past appeared. They consisted of me getting my PI license, cases being investigated, Kitty, Margarita, Rhonda's photograph, and Margarita, Kitty,. “Oh, pardon me,” she chuckles, fangs now disappeared.“I kinda like them,” I admit with a cautious laugh, watching her in the mirror as she takes a position behind me, her hands on my shoulders. She was right, we do look like a centrepiece on a table of wet dreams together. My approachable, girl next door face with my soft blonde curls tones down her cruel, ‘don’t fuck with the devil’ look. “I always liked a bit of danger,” I whisper narrowing my eyes.“I’m very dangerous, not just a bit,” she. I started with my legs closed, and my hand wandering my breasts, my nipples already hard from just the satin. I had a satin fetish and I had it bad. Maybe 90% of my wardrobe was satin. My blouses, skirts, dresses, even pants and jeans all were of the same silky dream material, and several were the same style, just in different colors. Then we had satin costumes for Halloween, or a couple of times when Tony and I would do some in-home role-play fun. The costume play could be a lot of fun,.