I quickly moved my hand back to the shaft of my clit, finding that sweet spot, rhythmically rubbing back and forth as my fantasies became more diffuse... Just hands touching me; hot hard cock near me, waiting to fuck me, seeing my flesh shake as my fingers rubbed faster and faster. I heard imaginary words of encouragement, egging me on, “don’t stop, that’s a good girl, feels so good baby” My other hand began to pull at my nipples harder and harder, “Rub that pussy, babe. Fuck yea,” my hand. And who says she'll even want me in there hearing what happened to her?" You're our Queen and we know you're the one who needs to be there," Helen said. "Besides, you have had one heck of a lot more experience at being a Queen than Kathy has, or anyone else. I'll go talk to Bill and Kathy right now. I'm sure they'll agree and pave the way for you with Jill." She's right," Joyce added. "This is bad enough on a woman who has been raped by one guy. This went on for a year with multiple people,. All in all, we had bought six dresses, four sweater and skirtcombinations, seven blouses, two pairs of pants, six pairs of shoes,two blazers, a coat, three handbags, five bras, twelve pairs ofpanties, three full slips, a half slip, a camisole and matching tappanties, a gorgeous pink silk teddy, two garter belts, three nighties,six pairs of panty hose, four pairs of stockings and all kinds ofscarves, jewelry and makeup. Parading around in front of Jeannie in all my new fashionswas, to me, the. First of all, whywould someone my age need a *training* bra, and secondly, why can't Iseem to remember how to put one of these on?It didn't matter, though. The girl picked it up, stood up, took mytowel off and threaded my arms through it, clasping it in the back.But why did I think this was a training bra? It was way too loose infront. I asked the girl, "Hey, could you read the tag for me? I thinkthis bra's too big."The girl shrugged. "It says 40 C. You're lucky, I'm tall and skinny."I was.