.. one of the gymnasts.”“No, I cannot lick my own pussy,” Jill said.My eyes widened at the concept.“You’d never leave the house,” Skye sai....“True!” Jill said. “That’s how you know I’m telling the truth.”“It wasn’t that,” I said. “But I’d pay money to watch if you figured out how to do it.”“I’d pay money if you could show me how,” Liz said, winking at me.“What’s your question?” Jill asked.“Uh, the girl I knew, she was small,” I said. “She was like ... second alternate on the national team.. Last Saturday was a little different though, so I figured it was worth writing about. So as fucked up as this might sound, one of the aspects that I've unexpectedly come to enjoy from this arrangement is watching Anna let herself get treated like an object.That statement deserves a little backstory, so here goes: Since I've known her, Anna has always been a very sexual and flirty person, but after the past few month I've really got the sense that her self-worth is directly tied to being. I planned it all. We were celebrating Valentine, two weeks late, and also her birthday a week late. This was going to be our first time together, so it had to be perfect. We had been together a few times, but it was only a bit of kissing, and a bit of touching. This weekend was all about exploring each other. We were to go beyond what either one of us have ever done. She knew what she wanted to do to me. I knew what I wanted to do to her. We wanted to make sure that everything we wanted to do. Josh could actually see all the way up to her waist under herpuffy, short dress, and saw the black fishnet pantyhose go all the wayup. Here heels were strappy 6" heels, no platforms, and Josh was amazedat how she could walk in them.At the time, he thought it was his imagination... but he thought he sawlittle padlocks locking the straps of the heels. Yes, he thought it washis imagination, but it wasn't... Josh was very hot and bothered whilefeasting his eyes on the leggy maid. Of course, he.