? Once again you step forward and raising your hands youslip the hanging cuff around the shiny chrome chain joining your cuffs together.The click of t...e catch sounds like a heavy door closing to you. ?You have done well Fiona.? Almost immediately you feel the intruder in yourpussy start to feel cold against the now boiling hot intensity of your pussy. ?Nowrub your nipples on the window Fiona.? A chill goes down your spine as youimagine that the lips that belong to the caressing voice kiss the. Of course, Julie was right.Julie looked on as Cassie chatted, and was a little disappointed. It was just normal stuff between strangers on the Internet, getting to know each other, talking about their school-work, their accommodation, their room-mates."I have to be careful when I talk." Cassie explained. "Everything that we say is monitored, probably by the NSA."After a while of watching them chat, Julie started to notice something a little odd."That woman is so polite, Cassie. She's absolutely. We exchanged cellphone numbers after we talked about how beautiful Nashville's parks are, and how anti-social society has become. Shared a few laughs, and info about each other's home towns. She was from Indiana, and me from Philadelphia. Three days go by, and she agreed to come over to my place for a brief visit, which is a rarity for me. We sit, chat, and watched a movie. I ordered a pizza. For some strange reason I wasn't horny. Weird, she asked a question: Have you ever been with a White. Neither of us had the breath to laugh so we simply clung stickily to each other as we waited, yet again, for our breathing to stabilise.Once we could speak, my somewhat warped sense of humour reasserted itself and I remarked that the logistics of arranging so many partners would be difficult. (I should explain here that I'd had four lovers, post-marriage) Quick as a flash she retorted: "Who said I only wanted to match numbers." Fortunately, our bed was sturdy enough to withstand the mock fight.