And abra." She squeezed his tissue filled bra cups. Then for the nextfifteen minutes she gently teased Tom about wearing girl underwear andhow he was ...bviously enjoying it. All the while she kept his penis atfull alert; ensuring he didn't voice any argument.This was all part of his training; making sure that dressing like agirl embarrassed him while at the same time getting him sexuallyexcited. It would make it that much easier to keep him petticoated andunder her thumb.There was another reason. She felt every hard muscle in his body pressed against her. A wave of something she’d never felt before, but she knew could only be desire shivered through her body, and pooled between her legs. All too soon, immediately, she needed *something* she didn’t know. Pressure, contact…anything to get rid of that needy ache. His knee worked its way between her thighs somehow, and she was horrified to find herself rubbing against it, trying to relieve that tension his kiss was building. A tingling. As he was saying all this he beckoned me into the kitchen where he poured me large Jack Daniels on the rocks. I noticed as we were looking at the kitchen utensils and novelties, he kept thrusting himself forward, exposing his packet and rubbing his arse and inner thighs, on the third time he did it I retaliated by leaning down to look inside a cupboard and as I lent up stroke his balls and cock, very casually, as if nothing happened. He said he´d like to show me round the house so we refilled. He slid one finger delicately inside of her. "Oh!" she moaned. He brought his head up to look at her, and kissed her again. His finger slid in and out of her, each time it was getting easier and easier. "You're getting very wet, mi amore," he said. Elena blushed again and went to cover herself. "Sorry...I..." No, no," he chuckled. "It is a good thing. It is a very good thing. The more wet the lady, the bigger the compliment to the man."She relaxed."Come, lie down." He guided her to lay back on.