The next question was how I was going to transport all this lot. When I brought it up with Marjorie she said that we would just get a truck rental. Go..., I thought when she mentioned this; the company that rents us the truck will be in for a surprise. This is one truck they won't see again.When I saw the load I realized that one truck wasn't going to carry the gathered items.New items, which had been on my list and the things I had been buying from auctions, were arriving almost daily. When the. Adding to my humiliation in the course of all this I discovered that I was to remain chaste even when I bathed. Realizing how silly it was for me to think that he'd allow me to be free and unsupervised in the bathroom; when I shower and bath I'm kept locked up, when it came time to shave parts of my body down there my boyfriend handled that and kept my hands either tied above my head in the shower or cuffed behind my back so I wouldn't be able to even touch myself. When he touched me I got. Rita Lance was a real looker, five-feet five inches tall (excluding heels), and weighing 115 pounds in the raw, the brown-haired, green-eyed, B.A. in Criminology, had a face and figure that most women would’ve killed for. Hence her current predicament. When she’d finished drying her shoulder-length hair, she stood and reached over to the shelf above the wash-basin, and picked up a small, plastic device, some three-inches in length, and a half-inch in diameter, that looked a little like a. I felt his hands move back and pull off his shorts. Then I felt him pulling down my own panties. He began to kiss the backs of my legs, making me giggle. He began to nibble and gently bite my cheeks, then pulled them apart and began to lick me, sliding his tongue between my legs, tasting my nectar. His tongue felt wonderful! Warm, and wet, it was working my hole into submission. He then began to lick my rose bud, which was a new sensation to me. I was in rapture, as I felt his tongue moving.