The more she did it, the more she felt the tingling sensation spread down her body, her had reached down and she suddenly became aware how wet she had...become. She couldnt help herself, right there in the cubicle she had to cum. She frantically rubbed her self through her wet knickers, it'd been a long time since she or anyone else had touched her in that way. she pulled them, her fingers probing inside her while she stared at Sam's picture, imaging it was him exploring her. She dropped her. Leif reached over with a forefinger softly tracing her fingers then down her delicate neck to the little hollows that he had discovered were key to driving her mad with passion. Softly he traced these watching her shift in her sleep against him, a smile on her lips. Leif hesitated, surged with a temporary desire. He gave in, brushing her lips softly with his, drinking her in. He rested his forehead against hers, pausing trying to push away the multitude of interesting ways Leif was imagining. By this time I was so excited thatmy resistance was down. I got down on all fours on the basement floor,my skirt hanging down around my knees. Holding the magazine, he gotbehind me, between my knees, wearing his own skirt. He kept shiftingforward until his crotch bumped up against my butt. Even through twopairs of skirts, slips and panties, I could feel his hardness. Ishifted forward a little. "Keep still," he said, and moved forwardagain, pushing against me. He bumped back and forth a few. Finally the batteries ran outallowing me to fall into an exhausted sleep."So, are you able to free yourself?" the voice of my house keeper Ingridjarred me out of my exhausted sleep. Seeing that I was helpless sheextracted me from my rubber cocoon and helped me up to my room so I couldget cleaned up. She had been my Daddy's housekeeper and was used to kinkybehavior. In fact, Ingrid was from Germany and had been a dominatrix.Later when I came down stairs wearing a new black catsuit, blue.