My dress starts to fall from my body, caressing my skin as it shifts downward. The material holds firmly around my breasts and resists, resists lettin... you see me. Dragging the backs of my fingers down the center of my chest between my breasts, the friction of my fingers against the silky material causes my dress to start to drop. Dropping slowly down my breasts until I’m exposed to you, exposed to your gaze. My little black dress drops to my hips and clings there, clinging to the tender skin. "Only lowlife of sluts would get off on that," said Kimberly. "Did you get off?" Sara, panting just looked at the girl, who once again had pulled down her skirt and looked very innocent. "I didn't have an orgasm." "But you liked it, didn't you?" accused Kimberly. Sara bowed her head and said, "Yes." "Do you want to cum?" Sara didn't trust herself to speak and just nodded. "Well get to it," said Kimberly. Sara looked at her in confusion. What did the teen want? . Few clans even have a set."Mistress Satin turned right, giving a tug, and began to climb a set of stairs, rotating her hips left and right, seams perfectly straight, hips flaring curvaceously over the narrow waist. Click clack echoed in the gloom."Our clan has twelve members. You are number thirteen, and don't count yet. You have to be initiated and later christened. Then you are one of us. There are nine other clans. Some of them don't like us. Maybe it's envy. Maybe it's me. Who cares." It. The movement caused her to look down and she caught sight of the bulge in my Dockers. She set her wine down. "I see you agree with me Mike. I'm very glad. It's been too long. Much too long."Part of my mind started to protest. You've been trapped, tricked, bamboozled and hooked. The rest of my mind shouted the protest down. My blood was running hot and I wanted her. I wanted those lips to do to my cock what they had done to that crystal.Amazing isn't it? How easily a man can be seduced. My.