Sure they shared a cell for a year and were companionable enough inside, enduring the shit prison was together but Philip had grown since then and wan...ed to put the whole era behind him. Eric and a couple of other guys were his only connection to that time and he’d outgrown them. ‘You need a shoulder to cry on or money?’ ‘A little of both wouldn’t hurt.’ ‘I don’t fund addiction. That’s a hard and fast one for me. If you need someone to listen then start talking. I’ll listen, tell you what a. “Petticoats next! Seven layers in white chiffon, if you please vikki.” Vikki goes to the wardrobe, returns with the oh-so-gorgeous pettis and I step into them. Vikki arranges them nicely, tugging them up and down till they are perfectly even.“Now we need a dress. I think the Felicia, don’t you, vikki?”“Yes Mistress,” she replies, “a very good choice, Mistress.” She steps over to the wardrobe again and returns with the most stunning dress I have seen in my life. She holds it up to herself for me. "Kira, look at me." Which she did, "Do you think that either your grandma or I will let anything happen to you?"Looking down, she mumbled a "No." Then don't worry. We'll all be fine." I said with as much confidence as I could project. She gave me a small smile and ran out the door."I'm going to have to rest for a bit, it's been a long day and digging those damn graves took a lot out of me. Do you have anything that I can munch on while we wait? Fruit, cheese and bread would be great if. For some reason, this doesn't work."Does that always happen when you get a massage?" asks Tori eventually, with a coy smile on her face."Um, no, not usually," you reply."Is it just me, then?" she asks, looking you straight in the eye. One of her hands slides further up your thigh.You don't reply, but your dick twitches visibly and draws her attention. She stares at it, still biting her lip."It's big" she whispers, almost to herself. The hand on your thigh slides further up, the other she places.