He didn’t want to disappoint Mr. Carmichael in return for his kindness.It was turning out to be one of the hottest days of this brutally hot summer ...nd Billy was parched with thirst. He remembered what he'd been told about drinking lots of water, how it would help him last longer. He wasn't worried about lasting longer right now. He just wanted to ease the torture—only one of many he was suffering—of the infernal thirst raging inside him. At last they came to the place in the meadow where for. I place my hand on his shoulder and slowly moved it down his powerful torso. His skin was warm like I expected it to be. I continued to moved my hand down until it was on his hip. I rested on his arse cheek and pushed him towards me.He took the hint and shuffled over closer to me. I felt his cock press up against my inner thigh. I opened my legs a little and allowed the head to push up against the underside of my balls.I continued to push his arse towards me. I moved back a little and then. "Yes, dear." She replied. Her voice was a deep baritone;totally out of character for this beautiful girl."That's amazing." Sylvia said."Yes, dear it is." She said to Sylvia. She turned back toAllison. "Try it. I guarantee it will work on him. Itworked well on HER." She turned to her partner. "Come alongdearest. It's time for your hair appointment and bodywaxing." He sighed and got up from the table.***"Allison!" Evan yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Helooked at his watch. 6:30. "We have to. "Make a very good job Jennifer, as good a job as you would if you were getting ready to go and stand on a street corner for the evening." Yes Madame." Despite my fears and worries the thrill of dressing, of being dressing had begun to surface. The corset had six pink suspender straps trailed over my bottom and thighs and Madame Monica held up the stockings she intended to attach to them."Won't these feel nice against your long legs?" Yes Madame!" I heard myself speak in a soft, almost.