I gently removed the pink satin creation, and looked it over.
Something like "Excuse, me.
My hands were still restrained, although not between my legs.
But I couldn't leave it here - it was a potential connection from a now missing rich widow to me.
Now with the exception of a three guys having sex on, I looked for all the world like a cute little 7 or 8 year old girl ready to get dressed for a party, but felt like I was at the bottom of a deep well, which was only getting deeper by the minute.
She dried my hair with another pink towel, and then placed a plastic cape around my shoulders, and proceeded to go to the intercom, and tell someone that it was okay to come in.
She swung the barred cover into place and locked it, leaving me in baby hell.
I had to go very slowly, since the stimulation was almost at the boiling point even before I entered her.
My hair was in ponytails, and I had the inevitable ankle socks and Mary Jane's on my feet.
Manfred bites his tongue to stifle his first response, then refills his coffee cup and takes another mouthful.