The scent of Kara's aroused pussy filled Amy's nostrils as she aimed the last shot. " That was fucking hot!” she remarked as she ran her hands alon... Kara's ass cheeks. “Now let's do a little imprisonment shall we?” Amy replied. Kara was still under the spell of orgasmic bliss as Amy spoke. Her words seemed muddled and distant. For these shots Amy wanted blindfolds, cuffs, and ropes. She wanted the scenes dark and edgy as she gathered the needed items. As Kara came to her senses she was aware. Restless quite obviously, the girl was now lying against his shoulder, still comfortably wedged into her night pillow. Unwilling to move her, he simply raised the intervening armrest to its upright position and retracted his own seat until gravity caused her to nestle protectively into his upper arm. Her face was now but inches from his, he could even smell her sweet breath. She was an angel, of that he had no doubt, but at that angle - an angel with marginally visible cleavage so tempting, he. Hours turned to days, and then weeks, and I still never found the strength and clear-headedness to take on the issue of what had happened. I was strangely torn between the wish to spy on them and find out just how frequent their taboo sex happened, even hoping maybe it was a one-time fluke, though I knew better deep down, and the wish to deny it all. I decided I really didn't want a reminder and stayed away, for a long time.A few months passed during which I never felt up to the idea of a. ”“Please what? Give you a good strapping?”“Haven’t I been a good girlfriend?”“Yes, you have. But sometimes you need a few adjustments,” I tried joshing with her. “You’ve been a very naughty girl.”She seemed to lose her nervousness, or she hid it well. “I’m not a naughty girl; I’m a whore. Literally.”I wasn’t about to respond to that. She noticed it and said, “You’ve known that for a while. Don’t tell me you’re shocked. Besides, what do you do for a living? Absolutely nothing.”“Why does that.