"You are growing nice tits baby. They are already bigger then most women at the tavern. They are nice and perky too. Want them sucked?" Lily said "I t...ink it would be great to have my tits kissed and sucked like the men do your big jugs." Her mom then pulled her shirt off and began to rub her tits. "Arch your back baby. Stick those tits out. Be proud of your body. Show it off. Make the men want it bad." As Lily arched her back her mom then ran a tongue over her nipples as she cupped her tits.. What would I do about her? I knew I couldn'tvery well ignore her. She was, after all, one of Khalje's chosen. Herseduction of me was ample proof of that. Like Professor Lange, Meganwas, in all likelihood, a gatekeeper, sent by either Lange or Khaljehimself to sound me out. I suspected that her true role in Khalje'slittle covey involved more than kitchen duties. While avoiding her inclass would be relative easy, doing so when participating in Khalje'slittle gatherings would be impossible. Until. There was something sensual about thefeel of wearing the rubber garment and I could feel the beginnings of anerection. Donna motioned for me to stand in front of her. She took acloth tape measure out of her purse and wrapped it around my waist."Twenty seven inches. Not bad considering your natural waist is aboutthirty. Time for package number two."She handed me another package to open. It contained a dozen packages ofwomen's nylon stockings and a handful of black rubber straps about aninch. The rosy liquid dribbled out of her mouth as she drank, dripping from her chin to her tits. She giggled as she carefully placed the jug back on the earthen floor. Her tits and belly were all sticky now with dried and drying wine. Some of the wine had even run down into her cunt-bush. She was beginning to smell like a wine bottle, but she didn't care. She imagined herself a whore-slave, a tramp. How disgusting she must look! She giggled. If the rich boys could only see Miss Lynn Smith now, she.