The I asked her Why YOU are shooing him away whether it lick tickles you? She doesn’t answer but stared me for a while,then told me if you want know...allow him to lick. Then I told her I don’t want to get licke ,but I would like to do so.She once again starring me and asked what do you mean? I said nothing.After few daysI didn’t felt like sleeping and while laying in bed, i started thinking about the scene and remembered how the dog was licking my sister’s chut.I got an immediate erection this. .................."I'm not sure I want to, I think panties are enough." But how do you know if you haven't tried or maybe you have? Anyway Iwant to see you in them or have you been lying to me and you're notreally into this at all. If that is the case where did those pantiescome from?"Again I was caught between continuing or admitting the truth so ofcourse I sat dawn and started to roll the stocking up my leg."Be careful they are quite sheer oh and make sure that you get the seamsstraight at. Once on she had me lie face down on the bed while she got on top of me and put her knee into my back to enable her to tighten the corset at tightly as possible. When she had finished I could hardly breathe but it had had its desired effect as my waist was pulled tight and my false breast forced together and up to form quite an impressive cleavage. Then came a pair of stockings, which once on, where attached to the straps hanging from the corset. Then came a pair of black thong panties. Once. . you could always, you know, maybe lick it...?" An angry look flashed over her dark eyes. "You know that's wrong." Damned Catholic teaching. He'd thought the same once, that oral (not to mention anal) sex was a sin. But in his years of service, he'd done both, too many times to recall. His jaw ached in church on Sundays, from the head he gave during their Saturday night parties, and his arse still burned from their 'farewell fuck'. He rolled over sideways, his torso rippling like silk.