There was just something about her that made me ... I don’t even know how to describe it.Let’s back up. I’m an out and proud lesbian feminist. I...am pretty darn attractive if I do say so myself, and I have never had any problems getting a date (male or female). I take care of my body, I have a great smile and a pretty kickass personality. I do not need engaged straight girl drama. Yet, here I am. Sitting at her wedding, trying not to mess this up for her and knowing that she really, really wants. The girls already had individual checking accounts there. When their parents agreed to send them the dorm money I insisted that they put it into checking accounts and then use a credit/debit card to build up their credit.I had been working out for two hours. The girls must be home, I heard an army of footsteps from the kitchen. I showered and threw on one of the over-grown tees before I went up.Not only were the girls back from sight seeing but both Jenny's and my parents were back along with. Anal sex wasn’t something I did a huge amount of normally. It slipped in with a slight pop feel. A little sore, at the large round part, but once inside I felt my ass close around the pink rubbery cable. I was massaging my clit. I sent him a photo of my ass with the beads hanging out. I told him I was using my clit massager and asked if I could come. He texted me back. “No. Not until you get here”. I was turned on, and nervous. I worked up the courage and pushed the next bead in. 7 more to go. . You're breathing more heavily as I tug you to your feet and clip your wrist cuffs together behind your back. Stroking your ass and thighs causes you to shiver involuntarily and your little nipples harden. I'm rewarded with your first gasp of the evening when I pinch them none too gently and watch your cock throb. Are all men's nipples so sensitive or is it just you?After playing with you a while longer, I push you back down to your knees again. You watch me intently as I pull the sweatshirt.