‘Hey.’ The voice was feminine with a sultry rasp, which meant Michelle. He turned with a sigh. ‘Hey.’ ‘She just left.’ Michelle half-grinn...d at the relief on Ted’s face. Janey might have sunken her claws into Matt, but she had lost Ted. It was at least somewhat comforting. ‘It’s good to see you.’ Ted just nodded, taking a long drag off his cigarette. Had he been more observant, he might have noticed the way Michelle’s eyes flared followed quickly by lips screwed in determination before she. “You and I we may be different, but the police care about a thing like that. She looked nauseous. Who isn’t these days? I moved on. I never bet against myself.She leans against the window. I have the aisle seat. Her purse is between us. I give the conductor our tickets; He is a happy kind of guy. I hard working sort of loser, 23 or so. He has that wonderful New York way of holding is head up in a pile of shit. He hates his life, but oh god does he love himself. I have to get this done, I reach. My fetish for light restraints and helplessness caught us both by surprise, but neither of us was complaining. I enjoy regular 'unrestrained' sex too, but I have more powerful orgasms when I'm struggling against Kevin's grasp or when he ties me to the bed. He maintains that he doesn't get off on overpowering me (though I suspect he does), but that the most exciting thing for him is seeing me crazy with lust and teetering on the edge of the monumental orgasms that he engineers by restraining me. "I'm gonna ask you to state your names, and relationship for the record," I told them."Well, I'm your mom, Bree, and this is your Aunt, Lacy," Bree said."Well, how did it start for you two?" I wondered.They both grinned, and it was story time."As I told you, we started when I was nineteen, and she was seventeen. We were home alone, and we frequently borrowed each others clothes. I was looking for some dress, for a party that next Saturday. I was just in my bra and panties then, and I was going.