For the first time in years the old woman’s pussy was no longer dryer than the sahara desert.Seeing her babies white and pink panties covering her l...ttle girlie bits, the old woman couldn’t help herself. Placing two fingers under the elastic she eased under lifting the tight cloth up. She took a gasp when she saw the dewy wetness in the cotton. Even though slightly tinged with the young girls first bleed. It was obvious she was having a wet dream. Sliding a finger between the little pink. It quickly becomes drenched with her wet cream. Ashley can feel her own pussy begin to throb with excitement, uncontrollably. Mistress holds the plug under Ashley's nose. The smell of it, so strong and rich and feminine. The pheromones make Ashley dizzy and her knees weak. She tries to relax her legs, but the collar tugs hard on the back of her neck holding her in place. "Mmm, you like that hmm? Fuck you're a dirty, little girl aren't you?" Mistress mocks. She lowers the plug just slightly,. He could manage alone if he had to, but it was a hell of a chore. "Well, it's easier with help," he said. "You nurses run in and run right back out, leaving a man helpless. What do ya do all day, loaf around the halls? Probably got a card game going or play footsie with the interns." No, I was eating chocolates and reading a magazine," she snorted and flipped up his gown. "It was a sex magazine and I was playing with myself. I was about to come and it sure made me mad when you buzzed."Wilkins. You two could be in for some heavy duty harassment." What do you suggest?" I asked."A meeting with the chief and whoever is in charge of their internal affairs investigation. We need to do it right now, before the chief leaves for the day." Set the meeting with the chief, let him call in whoever he wants after he has seen and heard the tapes," I suggested."Good idea, Mike you are going to have to come along and explain. He will want to know who you are and what you were doing. The TV network.