Again, her hips were slightly rocking as to make sure that she didn't draw undo attention to her arousal. She was squirming around, trying to look as ...f she was still struggling.Jeff smiled a wicked smile as he pushed the controls closer to her questing fingers. Stephanie's fingers touched the cord, then straining; she grabbed the cord into her hands and pulled on it until she had the controls in her hands.Stephanie realized what she held in her hand. Her fingers traced the slide controls of. It pulled me in at the waist and pushed me up at the top. Therewere also red thigh high stockings, long red gloves, a set of small redhorns on a head band and a pair of 3 inch red heels to complementeverything.I looked at myself in the mirror and I almost fainted. The outfit lookedstunning. The basque top pushed up my small breasts to such an extentthat it really looked as if I had a cleavage. It pulled in my waist aswell which emphasised the flare of the tutu. Of course, everybody wouldbe able. The night before, and the morning after, came flooding back in a tidal wave of emotions. Niko, she thought. Alive.Looking at her surroundings, she saw the box containing packages of dried food and bottled water. A shirt hung over the foot of the bed, obviously belonging to the man who had taken her from her home the previous night. She pulled herself away, stood to step back from the garment as if it were about to attack.She was thirsty; so thirsty that her throat felt like it had closed.. "I like the way your sperm smells. I really do. Now go get a warm wash cloth and clean up this mess you made all over me." "Does his sperm smell any different than mine?" Oscar asked. "Interesting question. I actually don't know if I could tell the difference. Maybe we need to do a blind taste test; or should I say a blind smell test," I giggled as I imagined make the two men cum and seeing if I could tell whose semen was whose by taste and smell. I am such a wickedly naughty girl to have these.