Whether anyone could see our nudity in the moonlight was another question. The moon was still low behind the trees but bright. Jerry was normally ver... cautious about her modesty around here, where we live. When we were far away from home, among strangers, she had been known to do a little flashing after three or four beers. She had a little streak of exhibitionist in her soul. The next place we could be seen from would be the railroad bridge. There were a half dozen trains through town on any. “Ooh! You’re nice and smooth too” she squealed, as I rubbed myself for her. I was already a little wet from our chat on the ride home, but the sight of this sexy redhead undressing for me was putting me over the edge.I tried to remain calm and slowly stroke myself, propping my knees up to give my friend a nice view. I massaged my thighs as I gazed back at her, wondering how she would react.Suzy got out of her black dress and stood there posing for me in her lacy white undies. Her mischievous. He grabs handful of ass flesh on each large hand and squeezes. And he parts my legs. I am standing, back to him, head down, legs spread and my heart is pounding out of my chest. His firm touch, demanding me without any words. When I stop and I am silent inside my own mind, I know what I want. I want Ben’s hands holding me firm and tight. I want his power over me. I did not realize this a short time ago. How much I have come to NEED his power over me, his control. To be the object of his. " Sanderson but Boris is nicer, less formal, Helen or would you preferMiss Finch or perhaps Ms Finch?" Miss, I don't like Ms, but please use Helen. As you say, friendlier butif we have to be formal at any time, then definitely Miss, Ms sounds morelike a noise a bee would make."He laughed and stood aside. "Do come in and sit down, I would offer youa small drink but I think you would prefer not at present." Oh dear, you know about last night, are we grounded?"He closed the door and walked to.