RELUCTANT PRESS

"Pay attention to what you are doing, or Mommy will have to spank her bad little boy," she said seductively. "And make sure the rollers are secured tightly. We don't want them falling out later, do we?"

My poor cock once again fought the elastic of the girdle at both what she was doing to me and the expectation of what was obviously to come later. I went back and added an extra pin to each roller that I had done, making sure that they would stay in place even in a hurricane. I felt her playfully snapping the elastic garters and running her finger under the lace of the girdle. What terrible conditions to have to work under, huh? Now I felt her unsnap the garters on each leg and pull down my stockings to my knees. Her hand moved from the back of my knee to the girdle in smooth soft strokes and then she moved further, now caressing my crotch through the smooth material.

"Take your girdle off!" she ordered gently.

I finished the roller I was winding and placed the two pins to attach it to the roller in front. I put down my comb and with Mrs. Wales watching, I reached under my dress and with a struggle, pulled down my girdle and of course my panties came with it.

"Do you want me to keep my panties off too, Mommy?" "Let me see them. They look awfully cute."

I held up my new dainty underwear for her to see.

"Did Mrs. Baker buy you these too?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"So, is my little boy fooling around with another woman?" "Oh no, Mommy. It was just a present," I answered quickly, starting to feel terribly embarrassed about this whole thing.

"Well, it's not usual for a woman to buy a boy panties is it? Go ahead and put them back on."

I slipped them back up my legs, thinking that nothing about this whole day, or for that matter, the last six months, was "usual". I continued with my setting, all the time feeling Mrs. Wales hand touching my balls and cock through the panties. With the last roller in place I put a triangle net over the set. There were several nets in a plastic container and I had pulled out the pink one on top but for some reason, Mrs. Wales told me to use the blue one. As an added precaution, I

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RUFFLES & CURLES

By Kammi Morton

placed a number of clips all over to hold the net against the rollers.

"Did you want to go under the dryer?" I asked.

"No, I have better things in mind. Pick up here and meet me in my bedroom."

I gathered up the remaining curlers, clips, combs, and such and carried them back to her bedroom, putting everything back in place in the closet. Mrs. Wales had put on the blue nightgown that I had ironed earlier and the pink one was laying across the end of the bed. The only light was from candles placed all around the room and there was soft music playing.

"Undress!" she said softly. "Slowly!"

I was not sure just how one undressed slowly. With Mrs. Wales propped up in bed and never taking her eyes off me, I removed my dress, slip, bra and panties.

"Put on your nightie and come make me happy."

I slipped the lovely garment over my head, loving the feeling as it swished down over my body. There was a very obvious "tent" where my cock stood out.

I had always thought Mrs. Wales was a very attractive woman but tonight, in the soft flickering candlelight, she looked absolutely stunning, from the top of her roller covered. head to the tips of her pink polished toes. It was clear to me now why she wanted the blue hair net, to match her nightgown. She had such a sense of fashion!

I crawled onto the bed from the end and began to lift the hem of the gown up.

"Not yet," she said, pushing the gown back. "Come up here with me."

This was a change in our pattern. Whenever I, "made her happy," I just went down on her and stayed there until she came. Now, I lay beside her and she kissed me passionately on the lips and for the first time I felt a tongue in my mouth. "As soon as I saw you this afternoon, my pussy got wet thinking about what we would do later. You looked so pretty I wanted to bring you right up here. Do you feel pretty too?" "Yes."

She resumed her kissing and now I responded in kind. I found myself particularly enjoying running my hands over

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