.. pardon me, my dear girl Bernadette ... they ... press the men’s and women’s tongues to their buttocks and anuses to make them ... kiss and lick...said body parts. In ‘homage’ or ‘tribute’ in lieu of tax money, if you will. I am not entirely sure that this would be ... an effective deterrent, but it certainly cements their reputation as ... harlots as well as tyrants. They’ve also run a few through with their spears when they refused to do ... either thing,” Bruno continued to cough.“No,. We'd felt each other's clothed bodies before on other occasions, but this was the first time she unzipped my pants and awkwardly tried to reach inside them.She wasn't having much luck, so I eagerly just helped her out and slid down my pants and underwear completely, giving her free access. She started stroking me a bit which felt amazing even though she really didn't have any idea what she was doing. But I think the unpredictability of the sensations was driving me nuts nonetheless.We kissed. " I could accept that -- she had to be cold enough already dressed in nothing but her leotard. She added: "You stay here and keep a look out -- I'll get your stuff too."I nodded, and she scurried off towards our beanbags. If anything, I was feeling a little gloomy at the end of our library adventure, but if did something to thwart our chances of escape now, she might never forgive me. I had to go along with it.A little while later, I heard the voices of the security guards again. I was almost. My discomfort and embarrassment were quite obvious and Mrs. Johnson sensed that I was still ill at ease. She took my hand and once again, reminded me that she was a nurse and as such, had seen hundreds if not thousands of men in their altogether. My mind was racing with a myriad of different thoughts and emotions. On one hand, I was being comforted by a health care professional whose approach was seemingly professional and clinical and on the other hand I was, for all intents and purposes,.