Instantly, I felt a heavier flow released from her this time. Barbara screamed abruptly, and it was quickly followed by loud chanting, ‘Harder, plea...e Sir, Mistress. Harder…Harder…Harder…!’ Karen and I slammed into her with abandon. Sweat began to pour off all our faces. I wondered how long this could go on. Barbara already had three little orgasms, and continued to ramp up to an even higher plateau of ecstasy after each one. I started to wonder if I was somehow influencing even this aspect of. One would never guess they were boys from appearances.’ ‘Standards of dress are rigidly enforced and male clothing is absolutely prohibited.’ came the brisk reply, ‘Fairyfield girls always dress in skirts, that’s a rule, sissies must never wear trousers.’ A tiny smile flitted across Emma’s face. ‘I expect they all hate being dressed that way. Such a thing will be abhorrent to their overblown male egos.’ Miriam nodded dourly. ‘Some do arrive as haughty individuals, but we conspire to induct them. .now...... On a nearby coat hanger, there is a black scarf. I just got myself an idea...I grab the scarf and I sneak up behind her... She squeaks as I put the scarf around her eyes. "Don't worry: it's just me," I say."Come on, Scout," she mutters, "I'll be right out..." I can't help it, Michele: you've been teasing me all day, and I just wanna have you..." Scout..." Michele complains."Shhh..." I squeeze her smoothe ass, "Let me pleasure you..."I tie the scarf behind her head, and I caress her. ” “Thanks Trish I mean you want me to check your panties,” Ashley asks the Diva of the Decade. “Urrr Ok Ash take a peak,” Trish says pulling out her tight leather pants letting Ashley have a peak at her brown thong. “Cool so we’re all covered just in case,” Ashley says breathing a sigh of relief.“Yeah but girl we got this now lets go strip some Divas,” Trish smiles and hugs Ashley round her arm and the two Divas leave their locker room and make there way to the ring. It’s Raw’s Homecoming and.