Even after a week, when her body began to heal and the marks under her breasts began to fade, she couldn't even think of sex. Cecilia flirted with her...openly at work, and Yvette sent her suggestive voice mail messages."I dreamed of you, Laura. I dreamed I was sitting across from you at lunch, and you crossed your legs, and you weren't wearing any panties. And I looked down, and I wasn't wearing any either. And we were both glistening wet, and staring at each other's pussies. And we were looking. I threw the bag to the bed as I opened the combination lock keeping my 'secret' closet firmly closed. Nobody except me had seen the contents of this closet, and nobody probably would. This was the closet where I keep all of my bondage equipment. From the lowest shelf, I pulled out the cardboard box that contained my collection of gags.I admired the collection as I took it to the bed. I knew that I'd soon have the pleasure of adding a new item to the collection, but I wanted to prolong the. An attractive young blonde female in a very brief bikini which Didn,t quite hide her big tits lay next to a handsome Male of about thirty in tight well filled navy trunks, his erection straining the material as they openly snogged as people walked past on a public beach somewhere in France. After petting heavily for some while the male removed her top and started sucking her large nipples as she stroked him through his tight trunks, all this action as people continued to walk by. Now he peeled. Oh my god, why does it feel so good?! “You like it, don’t you?” Elena whispered, pivoting herself on her knees behind me, pulling me off Sir Fraldias so that I was pressed upright against her, my pelvis tilted obtusely to consume their ravaging members. “Yes.” I could barely breathe, but I managed to utter that. “That’s disappointing, really.” Elena growled, reaching around me to pinch my nipples, twisting them until my breasts were shadowed spirals of mammary fat. I purred like an indulgent.