She could feel her heat through the fabric, and moistness between her labia. She wedged a fingertip into her pussy, the material scraping deliciously ...gainst her clitoris. Christian could see that she was rubbing herself, and his hungry gaze drank in every detail. He could see how the fabric dimpled just below the waistband of her panties. He could see how the material gathered a bit in between her pussy lips as her fingers pressed inward. His mouth watered as well as he thought of running his. ” I go find my bag and I smile when I see you brought my favorite dildo. I walk back out to find you sitting back, having Lila fingering her cunt. I sit by you and watch, feeling my own pussy tingle. You grab my dildo and say, “Spread your legs.” I do as you ask and you say, “Lila, keep fingering yourself and watch this.” Her eyes are glued to my pussy as you sink the dildo in it. I moan and thrust against it. You say, “Oh, Daddy’s pet is a horny bitch. You want it hard, don’t you baby?” “Yes,. Will tapped us on our shoulders and said, "Come on you two. That will have to wait a little. We need to get our stuff in the house and get the laundry started."Julie and I parted a couple inches. "Yeah, I know, Will," I kissed her again.Ed asked, "Do you want a hand moving the weights back to the basement, Will?" Nah, screw'em They can stay in my car trunk until we get home from Algonquin. Nobody's going to use before then," Will answered.Julie and I gathered up our stuff while Ed strapped his. This time, I did not let go.* * *I read about a bar on the East Side, Shackles, where the sissiescongregated, usually without their mistresses and masters. Oh,there wereother bars where they went as couples. But when a sissy wanted to talk itout with another sissy, Shackles was where they went. I slid into the bar and took a seat on the end. I asked for a beer.My God, what was I doing there? I wanted to see her, just to reaffirmthat she existed. I wanted to see if she was as pretty as I.