'Just perfect little Shari tits', he thought.Shari was nervous that Mo', was not going to like them. The were not huge like Shaki's nor a perfect shap... like Sherri's, her brother's girlfriend.Her nipples were quite sensitive and she like the way Mo' stroked them. Even through her top he got them achingly hard, standing out like wheel nuts. Once he'd lightly kissed one and flicked it with his tongue and she'd jumped at the sudden burst of feeling.She had predicted that one day Mo' would ask her. "Jane did say you could come by and they'd at least talk to you, though. She and Stacey are in the basement. Mom and Dad are off at the VFW for the monthly dinner dance. I think it would be better if I just sit out here."Jesse was obviously feeling guilty. I wanted to help him, but I had no idea what to say, especially since I thought he had reason to feel guilty. So I nodded and walked into the house. As I did, it occurred to me that I had no idea what I was going to say to Stacey, either, but. You drop them on the floor and tell me, -put this on fag- without getting up from the floor i hurry and slip the thing and bra on and the stockings, Im back on my knees in front of you, I grad a hold of your ass and start kissing your tummy, my hands grabbing up and grabbing your tits and you lean over and give me a sweet, passionate kiss then you walk over to the corner, you grab a stool and set it next to the bed. -here, sit on this and watch as him and I fuck-I sit on the stool and you walk. ”The man who suggested this punishment was the same man who had discussed BDSM at the table in ChowKing. Joe smiled inwardly, knowing that he had made the right choice in inviting this group of men to his apartment.Abbey heard what the man said and how the others reacted positively at this suggestion. She trembled with both fear and curiosity at the thought of being beaten by a leather belt, but she was also determined not to spill anything.Because Abbey was unused to wearing shoes with such.