Then at last I felt the fingers reach their goal, the spot where my bare thighs met; where the opening of my wet slit lay between the folds of my labi.... Gently the fingers rubbed at the entrance to my slit, sliding up and down it. I felt myself starting to tremble even more, wanting the fingers to go further, but sensing that I shouldn’t speak or try to guide them. That wasn’t part of the game. But I gently slid one foot sideways across the floor of the wardrobe to spread my legs slightly,. I called a friend of mine, Mike, from work that she doesn't know and I swore him to secrecy. He agreed never to tell and he was going to be my "bait" tonight! I told him that I would be hiding in the room next door (the rooms joined each other) and I would have a wireless camera set up and I'd be watching and recording what happens. I needed him to act like he was the customer and for him to get her to do every nasty thing he could think of with her. He was a little nervous about fucking my. This is all the invitation you need as you dart your tongue in and out of my mouth, letting me suck on it for only a second before taking it back. You squeeze my tits harder, pinching and rolling my hardening nipples between your fingers and thumbs. Enjoying your touch, I slide my hands downwards. Spreading my legs, I caress the insides of my thighs, and in seconds my fingers are rubbing my clit and sliding in and out of my pussy. The added stimulation makes me moan, our mouths still pressed. ..He knew I had been exchanging e-mails with 22-year old Emma for over ayear. She was charming and well-spoken, pretty - into lingerie in a bigway - submissive, totally inexperienced and very curious. She had sentme pictures of herself masturbating with her dildo in her and describedsome of her fantasies about making love with a man - even though she hadnever even been kissed by one yet! In return, I tried to describe whatit felt like to be the girl in a sexual relationship with another male.We.