Immediately, her strong aroma entered me; it was very different to that of Hannah’s being that much sweeter and with much “higher-notes,” to borrow the wine-tasting term.
On the top end of the gusset, where her anus would have been pressing down, I could sense the more pungent, tarter notes of her anal excretions.
Of higher importance than Sophie’s intimate smells, I could also sense my bottom being totally exposed to whatever Hannah wished to do to me, and then my new breasts underneath me, squashing down into the leather pad but with an unfamiliar feel of elevating my chest up off the bench.
It was not uncomfortable but a very different feeling.
I lay there in anticipation of what was to come, almost as in the dentist’s dreading the forthcoming needle or drill.
Meanwhile, as I was w
