His hands touched her hair and he stared down at her, into her eyes, watching as the confusion took her."Hunter?" she groaned softly, feeling the hard...ess of him between her thighs. He made her feel things, realize things, that she hadn't since her husband's death all those many years ago. Heat suffused her, making the flesh between her thighs grow wet and throb. It was need, a desperate need that finally forced her to realize what was happening."Let me up," she whispered, unable to look at. Maybe it was a tad too forward for someone like Michelle Mitchell. She waited patiently but lost confidence while her obsession looked at her. “You want what?” Michelle smiled at the sweet girl while she fidgeted nervously. “…to write my pa,” Lauren was stopped abruptly as her professor stepped into her personal space. “Hush! I heard exactly what you've said. What do you know of BDSM?” Michelle’s closeness shattered Lauren’s confidence and made her stomach turn cartwheels. “Speak up, girl.”. The evil Mistress went away for a moment, and then reappeared, holdinga box that she left on the table too."Now that you are coordinate pieces of lingerie, you won't object ifyou are sold together, won't you?"With that, the satin undergarments were folded and put into the box.Being folded was an orgasmic explosion for the two captives. Eachtransformed girl guessed her predicament. They were going to be sold ina shop, and would end up in the dresser of a woman who would not evenbe aware that her. She agreed and I ask her who she wanted to share are love with first.She said that the boy next door was home from college and that he turned her on. Well I knew the boy next door his name was Bill and he was over 21 so I thought that he would be a great choice. She told me that the next day when I was at work that she would seduce him, some how.And that if I would set up the movie camera she would capture it on film and I could watch it when I came home. I set up the camera and it was getting.
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