Daily I went to the complex where these kids would be living soon. The construction crew painted specific apartments to colors that each child found s...othing. From the historical data on each kid moving here, and what they learned from those at my sultan residence, the people running this show hired and assigned a caregiver to a group of apartments connected by a shared suite. Each kid was getting their own private space in the suite. A group of siblings had their own dedicated family space. I stroke my cock until I cum. It felt so good to just let loose for the night. Then I started to massage my asshole, I had read online that I had to prepare my ass for a vibrator and massaging was a good way to do that. So I did, I rubbed for a little. It tickled a lot, and I loved it. I stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked on them. Left a bit of saliva on them so I could my ass nice and moist like a pussy. I was so happy to be able to say I was “wet”. I then stuck my finger in my ass, this. She then rubbed the flat area just above her narrow slit with her fingertips. "I'm getting a little stubbly down there..." she observed. Typically, Marcella was completely shaved down there and I had to admit, it was a look I enjoyed. She stood 5'4. Her Long straight hair was naturally black. She had recently added some blond hi-lights that fell in random strands that looked really sexy and suited her well. Her body was tan and lean, save for her natural C-cup breasts.Belinda and I. At sixteen I was yet to discover too, my real sexual orientation. When wemet later in our teens, one girl who had been particularly nasty to me whenwe were both children at school together, clearly longed to get her hands downmy cleavage. What joy it was to be adored by her, to deny her, to realise thepower of my beauty and the beauty of my stupendously huge firm breasts in particular??? Why should I not know that I am beautiful? Why should I not be proud of mybeauty? Why should I not dress to.