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Punishment 3 - by Debbie Johnson Chapter 1 - Trepidation Jim stood at the locked door, inside his and Maria's bedroom and took a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself. As he exhaled, he was inwardly grateful that he had not succumbed to, what he now viewed as, a moment weakness, in that he had managed to stop himself just short of coming moments earlier, gazing as he did at his own reflection in the mirror. He was grateful, not only that he sensed that he still had, at least, some small amount of willpower left, but also that he didn't have to undergo the further shame of explaining to Maria and Karen, that his increased delay in returning to the living room was down to him having spurted his load into his panties. Jim again took a deep breath and, with his hand trembling, reached out to the key and unlocked the bedroom door. As he did so, his mind was racing as he managed to convince himself, that his earlier overwhelming urge to come, was nothing to do with how sexily he was dressed, but was instead down to the fact that he had not been allowed to come for more than 2 days. Jim convinced himself that he wasn't some sort of transvestite, and was satisfied that it was simply down to the fact that it wasn't normal for a 19 year old male, who was at the peak of his sexual urges, to go such a long length of time without having some sort of sexual relief. That was all. Nothing whatsoever to do with the tight hotpants, sheer tights and towering stilettos he was wearing. He was sure of it. Gripping the handle tightly, as much as for support as anything, Jim slowly opened the bedroom door and peered across the hall over to the living room door, which he could see was closed. As Jim stood there he strained to hear what, if anything, Maria and her friend were talking about. He was acutely aware that they must be talking about him, but all Jim could hear was his own heartbeat pounding away furiously in his ears. Jim cautiously, taking small steps, made his way over to the closed living room door, where he came to a halt. He could just about make out the two friends talking within the living room but, try as he might, he could not hear what they were saying. Once more Jim took a deep breath, as he tried desperately to think of some miracle that would mean he didn't have to enter that room. Forelonely, and with a soft sigh, Jim acknowledged to himself that there was no other option. He gripped the living room handle and gently turning it, he slowly opened the door and sidled into the room. As Jim quietly entered the room he did so sideways, so that he didn't have to look at his two tormentors within. Once he was in the room, he closed the door and came to a stop facing it, head down, in an almost submissive pose. As the door settled closed, Jim felt unable to let go of the handle, as he gripped it tightly, fearing that his trembling legs were about to give way from under him at any moment. Chapter 2 - Karen's surprise When Jim had earlier went into the bedroom to get changed, Maria and Karen had swapped their dining room seats for the ones they previously had on the living room settee. They had been so involved in their deep and collusive discussion, that they had almost missed Jim silently slip back into the living room. It had been Karen who had noticed Jim enter and, as soon as she looked at the now stationary figure standing at the door, her eyes widened and her face broke into a huge smile. On noticing Karen's change of expression, Maria turned to the door. Both friends sat silently and took in the vision before them. What each of them saw and how it registered within their separate minds, was decidely different. Maria simply saw her boyfriend Jim. Granted, her boyfriend was definitely not dressed how any boyfriend should ever be dressed. Nevertheless, Maria's mind associated the image of the person standing at the door as that of her boyfriend. Karen's mind, on the other hand, was having a great deal of trouble registering exactly what she was looking at. Part of her mind knew that the sexy creature standing before her must be Jim. However, her mind was having difficulty in accepting that fact. Karen could hardly draw her eyes from Jim's legs. Earlier in the week, when Maria had given Karen an update on the progress of Jim's punishment, she had enthused to Karen about how pretty and downright sexy Jim's legs looked in hose and heels. At the time, Karen had offered an accepting and friendly nod to her, but had dismissed Maria's enthusiasm and her description as being nothing more than an exaggeration. But...Karen now knew that Maria had not exaggerated. If anything, she had undersold just how exquisite Jim's legs were. Karen was, as all of her friends and family knew, a confirmed lesbian. She had never, ever, felt any sort of attraction to any male of the species. Up until now, that was! In all her previous relationships (her post-pubescent relationship with Maria not included) Karen was always the dominant partner. She was readily drawn to petite women, who she moulded and coerced into dressing as femininely as possible. Karen particularly liked her girlfriends to to adopt an ultra-feminine role in their relationships. This meant they were encouraged to wear short skirts, sheer hosiery and high heels and, if their assets so allowed, very tight and very low cut tops. Karen found such moulding and coercion easy, because the reward for conformity for any of her girlfriends, and there had been more than plenty, was an endless stream of intense orgasms, such was Karen's adept skill as a lover. But now, here in her friends flat, she was staring at a male, a male who was undoubtedly causing her to become sexually aroused...it was now the turn of Karen's mind to be put, unexpectedly, into a spin. Karen was captivated by Jim's legs. From his black, shiny, stiletto heels...to his slim, well turned ankles...to his calves displaying little or no muscle...tapering gently upward to his increasingly fleshy thighs...all the while sheathed in dark sheer tights...coming to rest at his pert, rounded bum...which was itself held, invitingly high, within the tight confines of his tight, pink, cotton hot pants. Sitting on the settee with her legs crossed at mid thigh, Karen gently squeezed her thighs together as a sweet tingle deliciously started to take hold of her. But she was definitely confused. She thought to herself, "Jim is a man. Or at least...Jim is supposed to be a man. But...how could a man ever have such sexy legs?...and...such a cute arse?!" Jim had been holding on to the door handle for approximately a minute, before Maria spoke, "Turn round sweetie, let Karen have a good look at you" Jim tentatively took his hand away from the door handle and slowly turned to face the two girls, all the while blushing furiously. When he was finally facing the the two girls he looked up at them not really knowing what to do next and stood there waiting for some form of instruction. As Jim stood there, Karen again drank in the sight of his long feminine legs, this time from the front and thought to herself, "My god those legs are traffic stoppers! I know Jim is supposed to be a man...well...more of a boy really...but there has been a serious mistake made here. No boy should ever have been born with such sexy legs. No...a mistake has certainly been made by nature. And that's a mistake I should take some action to correct..." Karen's thoughts trailed off as Maria spoke again. "Well sweetie...don't just stand there looking silly...come over and join us here on the settee" Jim automatically did as he was told. He didn't seem to realise that lately, especially when he was dressed in his sexy clothes, whenever Maria told him do do something...he simply did it. He was also unaware that he was now accustomed to being called "sweetie" by Maria...a name by which she had never called him before this week. As Jim walked the distance from the door to the settee, Maria was displeased to see him almost stumbling nervously in his high heels, with all of the grace he had previously mastered seemingly having disappeared. As Jim got to the settee, the two girls parted to make space for Jim to sit in between them, with Maria patting the space, invitinging him to sit there. All the while Karen had not taken her eyes from Jim's pretty hosiery encased legs and, as he sat down, this time retaining some of his earlier grace, by elegantly draping one leg over the other and crossing his legs at mid-thigh, Karen's eyes widened further as she heard the distinctive whisper of his tights encased thighs rubbing against each other. Jim was now almost pinned in against the bodies of the two girls and they both could feel his body trembling. Almost as if reading each others minds, both Maria and Karen gently placed a hand on Jim's thigh. Karen couldn't help but give his thigh a slight squeeze as she gently stroked the smooth lycra with her thumb, while Maria said "There there sweetie...everything is going to be okay...I promise. There's no need for you to look so nervous just because Karen has come over to visit. However, I do have to say...I wasn't best pleased with how you were walking just now. I thought you had made some decent progress this week, but you looked decidedly ungainly just then. It's almost as if you've never worn stilettos before today. I would have thought you would be walking in a graceful manner almost automatically by now. But instead you looked as though you were about to fall down, you were stumbling that badly." Jim's mind was conflicted. He didn't want to be wearing women's clothes. He didn't want Karen to see him dressed like this. He didn't like the way Karen was touching him and, more importantly, why was Maria allowing her to do so. He was sorry that Maria seemed angry with him, and he was almost angry with himself for not walking properly as previously instructed. That was careless and he knew it. He just hoped Maria wouldn't consider it to be another sort of infraction. But, he didn't want his walk to become automatically graceful. He was fearful that if it did, he would subconciously find himself walking that way when he was dressed in his boy clothes outwith the flat. With his head bowed slightly, and his eyes drawn to the girls" perfectly manicured hands resting on his thigh, Jim slowly replied, "I'm sorry Maria...I...I just was a bit nervous that's all. I...I think it was because Karen was seeing me dressed this way for the first time...I'm sorry. It...it won't happen again. I promise." "Well it had better not sweetie, or you will be heading for trouble...and THAT'S a promise, believe me!" warned Maria. Chapter 3 - Taking stock Karen then spoke "You know Maria, I can think of a couple of things that might help our little princess here with his walk. I've got a treadmill at home that I can arrange to have brought over here while I'm staying with you. That way princess can practise walking in his stilettos each day, for as many hours as we decide. I'm sure it will only take a few weeks before he will be strutting about in heels as if he was born wearing them. And I can think of a little something extra that will help with princess" high heel training, but we'll let that be a little surprise for him when the time comes. Also, we should really get princess a separate pair of high heels to sleep in. An extra 8 hours each night wearing skyscraper heels as he sleeps would certainly help his feet and legs to become much more accustomed to being in them. But unless you want him to scratch your legs with his heels as he tosses and turns each night, it will probably be better if you start sleeping in separate beds. But... in the meantime, let's see what we have to work with. Up! Up princess! On your feet! Start walking side to side across the room until I tell you to stop! Up now!" As she was talking, Karen's panties were getting more and more damp as she thought about the fun that lay in the days, weeks and months ahead. Maria, for her part, was hanging on every word that was coming out of Karen's pretty mouth, and as she did, she too was becoming more and more aroused at the way Karen was taking a keen role in Jim's punishment. Jim however was smarting. He looked quickly at Karen and then Maria before rising from the settee, thinking to himself "I hate it when she calls me that and why does Maria allow her to talk to me that way. I had better not say anything though...it might be deemed to be another one of those fucking infractions. And... what does she mean "staying with us"? And what's all this shit about sleeping in separate beds...no fucking way!" he bravely continued thinking to himself. "Now remember what I taught you sweetie," said Maria. "Nice graceful steps" Slowly Jim teetered in his stilettos to the side wall of the living room. As he did so the now almost natural sway to his hips began to reappear. When he got to the other wall he thankfully remembered to swivel gracefully on the smooth yellow sole of one shoe, to face the other way, before walking back to where he had came from. As he continued to mince back and forth across the living room, Jim's confidence in walking in high heels returned and, after a couple of minutes, he had upped his pace considerably, while his almost feminine hips regained their full sway. As he walked back and forth, he was increasingly aware that both the girls were sitting there, silently, looking intently at his legs and bum, with Karen's expression in particular, taking on a more and more hungry look. He incredibly found himself empathising with the women he saw in the outside world, those women who wore short skirts and high heels every day, women who were easy prey for the hungry eyes of any and every lustful male. After a few more minutes Karen spoke "Keep your head up high princess. Confident young women always hold their heads up high and never look at the ground when walking in heels. So you shouldn't either. If you have any trouble doing so, we can always find something to help you." Jim was about to protest that he wasn't a young woman, but he thought better of risking another infraction and simply said, "Yes Karen." And he was decidedly worried about what Karen meant about "something to help you". After a few more minutes, Maria and Karen turned their attention away from the young man with the pretty legs and began to whisper and conspire together. Jim noticed the two girls turn away from him and he hoped this meant that he could sit back down. However, no such instruction was forthcoming, so he thought it best to continue practising his walk. Thirty minutes later, Jim's legs and his feet were aching from the onslaught they were receiving and he found himself increasingly desperate to sit down again. It was with much relief and gratitude therefore, when he responded to Karen's instruction for him to resume his place on the settee. Jim again gracefully sat down on the settee and immediately and subconciously crossed his legs at mid thigh, an act which delighted Karen as she heard the whispering zip Jim's tights made once more. As she again settled her hand gently onto Jim's thigh, Karen said "Well Maria, I think we have had an encouraging start. We certainly have something to work with in our little princess here. His legs definitely don't look out of place in tights, heels and shorts. From here on in we just have to work on getting his mind set right. But I can't foresee any major problems as long as princess applies himself to his punishment just as much as we intend to." That last remark caused Jim's body to shudder, a movement which was not lost on the two girls. There was a pause for a few seconds, which Jim took advantage of, by looking pleadingly at Maria and, in a somewhat small and weak voice said, "Maria...is it okay if I ask some questions?" As Maria looked back at Jim, for the first time she felt some pity for him when saw what looked like a deep despair in his expression. She unsuccessfully tried to shake off the feeling, but instead comforted herself in the fact Karen was on hand to help her if she showed any signs of weakness. She replied, "Yes sweetie...go ahead." "Earlier on today, you mentioned something about a chastity device. Wha...what did you mean by that?" asked Jim. Maria looked at Jim puzzled and replied, "Do you not know what both those words mean sweetie? I though everyone knew what they meant. Chastity is when a person abstains from sexual activity. Device is a tool. So...a chastity device means a tool to ensure a person abstains from sexual activity. In this case, that person is you. Wanking, although perverse and demeaning can be viewed as sexual activity. So by fitting you with a chastity device on Friday, you won't be able to give in to your perverse needs." Jim was dumbfounded and asked, "What about...you know...us?...What about sex?...Will we still be able to...I mean...is it reversible... and...will we still have...you know...sex?" "Oh yes sweetie it is reversible. And of course we will still have sex. You can be so ditzy sometimes. Although, I will add that before a certain someone starts thinking about sex, that certain someone should be thinking about getting his mind right and instead be focussing all his energy on applying himself to his punishment, at least for the time being. Eh? What do you say to that sweetie? What Maria didn't say to Jim, as her smile beamed innocently at him, was that although they both would still be having sex, it certainly wouldn't be with each other, and in Jim's case, she didn't envisage it being anything like the sex he was used to having. As she continued to smile at Jim, Maria's fleeting feeling for pity towards him vanished as she began to feel fresh arousal thinking about her future plans for him. Jim was sufficiently relieved at the lie Maria had just told him, enough that a brief smile managed to flicker across his blushing red face. He then asked further, "But what's this about sleeping in seperate beds? I don't like the sound of that." "Well," replied Maria, "as Karen has explained, as you will soon start wearing high heels to bed at night, I don't relish the idea of you scratching the hell out of my legs with them each night. So your selfish needs will have to take a back seat I'm afraid sweetie." "Oh," said Jim as he dejectedly sank lower into the settee and, as he did so, uncrossed his legs and crossed them again in a decidedly feminine manner. As Karen avidly took in Jim's almost natural feminine movements, she squeezed her legs tighter again as she felt her arousal increasingly begin to simmer. It was taking all her willpower to stop herself from grabbing the partially feminised boy's ears and grinding his pretty mouth into her crotch. Instead she made do with again placing her hand gently onto his thigh. Jim again fell silent and looked down at Karen's hand resting on his thigh. When Karen gave his thigh a gentle squeeze, he slowly looked up, almost fearfully into her eyes. Karen smiled at Jim and said, "Don't worry princess...I won't bite. I'm positive I will be able to help you and Maria mend your relationship. All we need is for you to fully commit to your punishment and then, when it's all over, you can both get back to normal and put all this nonsense behind you. Eh?...what do you say princess?...do you think you will be able to fully commit to your punishment and win Maria's trust back?" Jim looked into Karen's eyes and, sniffing once. simply nodded his answer, without once flinching at Karen's new nickname for him. "Good," replied Karen, as she again gave Jim's thigh another, this time longer, squeeze. "Now princess...Maria tells me that she has bought you some nice new clothes. So why don't you tell me exactly what she has bought and I'll try to think of anything else you might need." Chapter 4 - Raising the stakes "Well," said Jim, as his face took on another surge of scarlet, as he tried frantically to recall the clothes Maria had bought for him, "I have about 10 or 12 pairs of panties, in various colours... I also have about 16 or so pairs of tights, black...with most of them being thin tights...and some thicker... I also have about half a dozen of those waist thingys that make my waist smaller...And I have, I think, about 6 pairs of hotpants, which are all different colours...And I've also got these shoes." As Jim said the word shoes, in an almost subconcious movement, he raised his dangling leg almost parallel with the floor for a few seconds, and swivelled his shoe back and forth at his ankle. As he did so, the black glossy stiletto almost seemed to sparkle as the remaining light coming in from the window, combined with the light from the living room lamps, danced off it. As Jim brought his pretty leg gently back down to it's resting position, Karen said, "Yes...very nice selection Maria, for starters anyway. But we have some serious shopping to do if we are to get princess' wardrobe fully stocked to enable him to cope with the punishment that lays ahead of him...." (A gulp from Jim)... "For starters, 6...and they are called waist-cinches princess...6 will never be enough. No, another 6 of those will be required at least. That way you will always have enough clean ones available should the need arise. Also, I hear that, up until now, you have been sleeping in your waist-cinches. While I find that admirable, it will only cause them to wear out more quickly. Therefore I will see to it that you acquire more suitable garments for sleeping in. "As for tights and panties, for the moment you seem to be adequately stocked, so there is no rush to get you any more for the forseeable. "Now then...hot pants. Hmm...(as she drummed her fingers gently on Jim's thigh)...that sounds about the right number of them...again for now at least. But, we will have to get you some other, more suitable garments, just as a contigency, for any situations that may arise. "As for footwear, no...1 pair of high-heels will never be enough. We will have to..." Just then Jim quickly uncrossed his legs and, rather more excitedly than Maria would have expected, interrupted Karen by saying, "Wait...although I've only got 1 pair of high-heels just now, I ordered 3 more pairs last night on the internet. And...I've not had a chance to tell you yet Maria (as he looked towards her)...I've checked my e-mails and there's going to be a problem with their delivery." "How so exactly?" enquired Maria, puzzled. "Well," continued Jim, "the only definite days are for 1 of the pairs of shoes to be delivered next Monday and the other pair of shoes the following day. But the boots are due to be delivered any day between tomorrow and a week on Friday." There was a moments silence as both of the girls looked at Jim with puzzled looks, before looking at each other and asking, almost in unison, what the problem was. "What?!" exclaimed Jim as he looked back and forth at both girls. "Don't you see?...Maria you're at work all day and I'll be at college. So?...Don't you get it?...There will be no-one at home to accept the delivery!" "Ah..." said both girls, again almost in unison, before Maria continued, "Is that all?...That's nothing to worry about Jim. You can simply stay home from college and wait in for the parcels to arrive." "What?!...Wait!...No!...I can't do that," replied Jim, as his heart began to race again "I'm afraid I got a bit of a talking to from the college administrator before I left there today. And...well, he told me that if my attendance... as well as my grades incidentally...don't improve, then he will suspend me from my course!" There was another moments silence before Karen spoke this time, "Hmmm...yes princess...that does represent a bit of a pickle doesn't it? But, as far as I can see, you really only have 2 options. The first option is for you to stay home and wait in for the parcels. The second is for the delivery guy to leave them with a neighbour for you to collect from them." "Yes...that's it," exclaimed Jim. "Maria can just pick them up from whichever neighbour the delivery guy leaves them with. Brilliant! I hadn't thought of that Karen." Karen smiled sweetly at Jim, before replying, "No no princess!...You're getting all confused again. Why would Maria go to the trouble of collecting the parcels from a neighbour? They aren't her parcels. She isn't expecting a delivery of high-heels. They are your parcels. They are your high heels." Jim sat stunned and stammering slightly said, "Wait...Wait a minute please...I...I can't go to a neighbour and collect the parcels. What if it's obvious to the neighbours what is inside the parcels. If they know I've been buying high heels on the internet...they will...well...they will think that I'm sort of pervert or something!" "I'm afraid it's worse than you think princess," replied Karen "Irrespective of whether the neighbours actually know what is inside the parcels, as soon as they open their door to you, they will immediately think you are some sort of pervert, or to be more precise...they will think you are a transvestite." "What do you mean?" asked Jim, his voice trailing away weakly. "Well...I would have thought that was obvious," replied Karen, "because as soon as you get home from college, you will need to adhere to your punishment by immediately slipping into your sexy clothes. That means the neighbours will get to see you as you are dressed right now. "It's a bit of a Hobson's choice for you princess and by that, I mean you're faced with a dilemma. You can either go to college and collect your parcels from a neighbour dressed in your sexy clothes... "Or...you can stay home from college...and the only persons who will see you dressed in your sexy clothes will be complete strangers who just happen to be delivery men. "Now... I know that you might think that your second option is further complicated, by the supposed threat of suspension that you received today from the college administrator. But there are two things to consider with that. One...is that colleges rarely suspend students for such "crimes". If they did, the colleges would be virtually empty come the end of each term, there are that many students who continually go AWOL. And...even if they do follow through with the threat...so what? What is actually more important in your life just now? Is it a need to cling to a college course that you can easily repeat any time over the coming years? Or is it the much more vital need for you to commit yourself to trying, with all your being, to save your relationship with Maria?" Not for the first time today, or this week for that matter, Jim sat there with mouth agape and head swimming with confusion. He didn't want to pick either of these options. He just wanted his life to back to normal. He could again feel hiself tearing up as he lowered his head and put both hands to his face. Again, unexpectedly, feeling pity for her boyfriend, Maria placed a comforting arm around his narrow shoulders and was about to speak when, anticipating Maria's gesture of impending weakness, Karen offered "Princess wait!...Before you start getting all unecessarily upset, I suppose there is one way I can help you out of your dilemma." As Jim held his tears in check, he looked at Karen with some small degree of hope, before she continued. "Now, at first, this may seem a little drastic to you. But bear with me and let me finish. Hopefully you will see that my help is the best way out of your dilemma. "Let's assume that you will never...in a million years... feel comfortable knocking on your neighbours door, wearing panties, waist- cinch, tights, hot pants and stilettos...to ask them for a parcel containing more high heels, which you purchased on the internet. Agreed?...thought so." (As Jim nodded). So the only real option is that you stay at home from college, at least until the day your last pair of shoes are delivered. Agreed?...good." (As Jim nodded once more.) "So that means the only real problem you have is you answering the door while wearing your sexy clothes. Agreed?...okay then (as Jim nodded again, only this time slightly more hesitantly and with a puzzled look). "That means your only real concern, is that a handful of total strangers might think you are a transvestite or a cross-dresser or something. If I'm being honest, I think if that is your only concern, then I you are being a bit of a drama queen...or should I say in your case...a drama princess. But...(as Jim raised his hand to protest)...but princess...I did say there was a way I could help you. And it is so simple...it is possitively ingenious. "Your only real concern is that that the delivery men will think that you are a boy...sorry...a man. I for one think there is a real possibility that, when they see you wearing your sexy clothes, they will immediately think that you are a girl. Jeez...look at your legs princess..." (Jim did as he was told). "In fact, there is a real chance that, once you've taken the parcels from them and they make their way down the stairs, they might find themselves with raging boners after looking at your sexy pins..." (Jim was now blushing more furiously than ever. And at the mention of the word "boner", he unexpectedly felt his own small penis twitch within the confines of its satin prison). "Therefore all we have to do is disguise you to make you look more like a girl and that shouldn't be too hard to do!" (At this point Jim's eyes were like saucers) "Looking at you now, there are only a few things we need to do to make you more convincing. "The first is quite simple. Your t-shirts are androgenous enough, but we need increased femininity. So...you can borrow some of Maria's tops for a couple od days, until we can get you some of your own. "The second is make-up. You would be amazed at how even a little make-up can transform girls with even the plainest of faces into pin-up models. So, tomorrow morning, I will do your make-up for you. "Lastly is hair. Again your hair is slightly androgenous, if a little unkempt. So...tomorrow morning I'll work on it a little, before we can arrange for something more suitable. "So, from the waist down, you already have nothing to worry about. It's just a matter of getting the rest of you, from the waist up, to match. That and with a little more coaching, you'll never have to worry that the delivery men will think you're anything other that a petite and attractive young lady. "So?...what do you think?" finished Karen. Jim sat there in silence. In his mind he was thinking that he wanted to shout at Karen and tell her she was insane. But as he sat there ever- trembling, with both his heart and mind again both racing, he knew that all that Karen had said made sense. Jim knew that any interraction he would have with the delivery men should only take a few moments each at most. And deep down, he knew exactly how pretty and downright sexy his legs looked wearing his hot pants, tights and high heels, and that any heterosexual men would probably have trouble dragging their eyes from them. So, even if, as he thought, his face and hair weren't all that womanly, if he accepted Karen's offer for help, it should mean that the delivery men would accept him as a girl. While Jim sat on the couch, his mind fighting a dozen battles with itself, Maria said to Karen that she thought it was a great idea, which she did. She was amazed at how effortlessly Karen had seemingly managed to manipulate Jim into having only one option, which was to accept his increased feminisation. Maria was also thinking that she couldn't wait to get to bed...thankfully alone...where she was going to peel off her soaking wet panties and have some languid fun with her favourite vibrator. Karen also couldn't wait to get to bed. She longed for Maria to join her, but knew that wouldn't happen. She even thought how glorious it would be if she could get princess into bed and set his tongue to lapping at her pussy. But, again she knew that wouldn't be on the cards...at least for tonight. However, she was anticipating that she would have to furiously masterbate herself to many climaxes before she would be able to get any asleep tonight.