Then she put her thumbs into her waistband and pulled her trousers down so that she was standing in only her cotton panties. Yet, Vicky still looked confused and fearful. Porn I don’t know how much time passed, but after a while I heard voices in the corridor outside and the sound of radio chatter. Vicky’s belly was fairly flat with only the slightest hint of fat that, if anything, made her look cuter. visual stimulation?” I suggested looking up at her with some trepidation, “something to look at, y’know?”
Vicky’s heavy cotton pyjama top, buttoned up to her neck, and her matching loose fit bottoms revealed nothing of the body which lay underneath. Instead I focussed on the image. “Hey, what’s down there?” I called to Vicky pointing at the base of the door. “What are you doing?” I said, “I’ll be fine, go and get help!”
Vicky said nothing. Each one
