Chapter Six
Further Teased and Tormented
As they strolled once more through the racked garments hanging shining and tempting and sleek in the elegant, mirrored boutique, Rachel felt a confused mixture of emotions ripple through her fluttering form. The touch of that matronly hand upon her bare arm was so light and friendly, so casual—and yet those old fingertips, Rachel could just whiff with her wondering nostrils, still smelled faintly of the juices the older woman had so recently dug out of Rachel’s own overexcited cunt.
What her seeming friend had done to her was disgusting, and it was shameful, and it was wrong…and yet still the dark-eyed girl could not but find herself still vaguely, secretly aroused by her strange predicament.
Rachel was no stranger to the occasional dirty fantas
