Hopefully Mrs. Hilden would like it too. When I was done, I was a strange crossway between handsome, cute, and beautiful, but I think I pulled it off ...ell. In order to conceal my feminine presence, I had to distort people's perceptions of the space around me. If anyone went near my chest they'd have a slight sense of disorientation and end up convincing themselves they were a couple inches closer to me than they realized, rather than guess the truth that they were feeling breasts. I made my. That’s it. Denise, do the same to him.? I could see that Paul’s erection was starting to return, his nipples were surprisingly sensitive for as small as they were. Denise’s were engorged and hard as bullets. Time to step it up. ?Palms on your thighs Denise, spread your knees wider. Paul pinch her nipples. Harder. Don’t worry, she likes a little spice. Don’t you little sub?? ?Yes Mistress? Denise moaned. I put a hand on each of their backs. ?Tilt your head back Denise. Paul, keep. Again, Ellie didn't make any indication that she minded this at all . . . in fact she seemed to be enjoying the tender attention her brother was giving her. Even with only the one button done up on her shirt, her nipple was still barely covered by it. I let my hand trace all the way up from her navel, up the center of her chest to the base of her neck, then stretched out to her shoulder again. This time I was careful to make sure that her shirt moved further over and when my hand traced down. ”The bondage master let one hand slide slowly over Maria’s stomach to her pussy. As his fingers reached the top of her shaved slit, my wife spread her legs even further apart so he could explore her cunt.“Mmm, I think we can see just how excited you are, Maria. How moist you are, it’s even running down your legs.”Sure enough we could see Maria leaking, steaks of wetness sliding slowly down the inside of her thighs. The bondage master slipped two fingers into my wife’s cunt, rapidly slapping.