She had an idea what was coming and, with each step she took, she could feel a tingle growing in her pussy.The three women entered a large bedroom and...Christine was guided to the centre of the floor. As she stood there, Sam and Heather moved towards her, Sam in front and Heather behind.Suddenly Christine felt four pairs of hands all over her body, on her neck, breasts, bottom and thighs. It felt so delicious that Christine just decided she wasn’t go to fight it. She was going to take one for. Except –strength of my orgasm apart- it hadn’t been a bit of fun. This, I’d told myself, was no interlude devised by a loving wife for her husband’s pleasure. Every single one of Fiona’s actions and words had been calculated to humiliate and degrade me. The release she provided for me with her own hand allowed only on the understanding I would be ashamed and mortified afterwards for the way she had gone about it and the pitiful way I’d allowed her to lead me.Trust me, I felt truly sickened with. And shesmiled. "You don't look half bad, Pat."We all ate breakfast quickly, as mom explained we had to get a few itemsof clothing for Cynthia. "She's a growing girl" (true, she was definitelyhitting her "spurt" and had grown a few inches above me in just the lastfew months). And then groceries for the week. "You might not be able towear her hand-me-downs any more, Pat, although that dress does look goodon you." I blushed as Cynthia chimed in, "Sure does, mom! Really cute."As soon as we finished. "...didn't know. What were you doing anyway?" Uhh... I was changing..." It wasn't a lie, just not the full truth. "Oh, well, I'm sorry again..." she said. "It's okay," I replied. "It's just, no one's ever seen me naked before..." And it was true. Since I was eight, my own parents hadn't even seen all of me."Why not?" she said with an odd half-smile. "You're gorgeous!" I smiled, and, unconciously, my arms loosened from their places on my chest. "And besides, you're not technically naked; I can't.