Sandra turned around to find a tall, well built black male in front of her. He was smiling as he looked down at the object in her hand. She felt uncom...ortable. She was in a sex shop looking at some items in the BDSM section. Steve was supposed to be with her but he had gone to the cash machine to withdraw some cash to pay for their intended purchases. He did not want his accountant to see purchases on their credit card statement bearing the name of a well known sex shop chain. “The ring locks. It's alovely sight - you know I love watching you do it. But don't cumyet, OK?"Bobby gave his mother his sweet sexy smile as he said, "Sure, mom.I won't cum, but I want you to kiss me with those sexy fucking lipsof yours."Norma quickly leaned over and placed her lips against those of herson and moaned as she ever so slightly moved her mouth on his."Were you having a pleasant dream just now?"Pulling away slightly Bobby said, "Dream? Hmmm, no, I don't thinkso. But I sure do remember last night. Rebecca had found a couple of her old school friends via the Internet, and'the coven'--as I called the three of them--were meeting up for the eveningevery couple of weeks. She was having a great time, and persuaded me totry and contact some of my old friends.I didn't recognize any of the names registered for my old schools, but Iregistered myself anyway--and two days later I got an e-mail from MaxTaylor. He had been my best friend for most of my childhood; we'd met atnursery school, and found. He’d think I was a slut. “What book were you looking for?” “I don’t know if I should tell you.” “Your secret’s safe with me.” A pause. “The Story of O. Do you know it?” Another pause. She reddened when she saw me smile. “You know it.” Her face crimsoned more. I thought I detected a slight film of perspiration just above her upper lip. She had a sensual overbite. “Yeah. I do,” I said, feeling my johnson stiffen. “You’ve never read it?” Her voice softened, a hint of—lust? “I read it a long time.