It rippled and stretched, as it should, along the sides and across my breasts, and hugged my torso, showing off my trim waist. I picked a navy skirt. ...t too was tight, but a respectable mid-thigh length. It stretched and showed off my hips and ass. That night I put my hair up in a ponytail. I don’t wear a lot of makeup.I arrived at Lisa’s a little after 8:00 PM, and the others were already there. We sat down and talked for a few minutes, to finalize our plans for the night. They told me that I. ‘Can’t you give a better reason, Judy? I mean, I don’t really want to punish you when you haven’t done anything wrong.’It wasn’t often I saw Judy like this. She looked quite upset, and close to tears. I could see her thinking. I suddenly realised how hard it must have been for her to ask me what she had.‘Isn’t – isn’t asking naughty enough? Please, Mrs Milton? I just – I just want you to punish me. Maybe because – because I’m not good enough? Not good enough for Kate?’She started to cry, and I. ”“Did you like fucking him?” Another flood of sweetness flowed out of me and my muscles tightened around her fingers. “Oh, I will take that as a yes.”My panties started sliding down my hips and I stepped out of them automatically. My hips were rocking, trying to get Anya to move faster. I was so close to cumming. No one had touched me like this in so long.I whined in protest when I felt Anya pull her fingers out of me, but she shushed me softly and I felt a tongue take a long leisurely lick of. My poor little legs might not be able to handle it."Yes, I would be very interested," I said, looking over at him withoutsmiling."Okay," he said with a note of caution. "I sense a 'but' somewhere inthere." It's just ... I have ballet practice on Saturday. I might be too worn outto be any fun at a show."He gave me a slightly perplexed look. "You're starting back up again." Again?" I asked, beginning to feel as lost as he looked. "You mean, mydancing?"He nodded. "You mentioned last week that.