I slide my hands down over your hips, lingering for but a moment as I move downward and start massaging your thighs… did my finger just graze your p...ssy? Did I feel your swollen lips? Do I know how arroused you are? Or was it your imagination? I slowly rub the back of your thighs… your knees… work on your calves… more and more of your tension leaves you… I begin rubbing your feet… you lose control for a moment and release a moan… did he hear that? I continue rubbing your feet a bit more,. She didn’t seem to care. “Send it.” She pleaded. “I wanna see what you look like.” He selected the picture that he was going to send. It was recent, and he was pretty dressed up as the picture was taken at work. He closed his eyes, and with a shaky, sweaty hand, clicked the mouse. The next few seconds were unbearable. Every scenario of rejection went through his head. He looked at her username expecting that it would go offline, and she, of course would put him on ignore. He stood up, and. " She did not have any knickers on and her neat, dark blond triangle was framed perfectly by the black leather suspenders and stockings, she looked magnificent. She was, I realised, just a little drunk. The whip uncoiled, "I think my husband is rather over dressed, Margaret, will you assist him."Margaret and Jean both came to me whilst Alison posed for Frank who was getting red about the face and worked his hand in his groin constantly. Being undressed by your mother in law and her friend is an. Maria was more direct. She walked up to stand in front of Peter and reached behind her neck, pulling the knot of her halter dress. It came loose and dropped to her waist, leaving her breasts bare. A wriggle of her hips and she was standing before him wearing only a black thong. She looked at Peter and said, “Well?”Peter took Maria in his arms, kissing her lips and caressing her ass. She disengaged enough to undo his belt and pull his trousers and briefs halfway down his legs. Finally, laughing,.