You didn’t do anything wrong.”“Sure I did! I kissed you without your permission. I didn’t have consent, if you will.”Angie smiled, “I don�...�t think it’s as cut and dried as you’re saying. It was the natural thing for you to do, and a single closed-mouth kiss isn’t ‘assault’. I could have moved and prevented it, and said ‘no’ or whatever. I didn’t.”“I see your point,” I replied. “But I won’t do it again without an invitation.”“And this is where I’m totally confused,” she sighed. “I don’t want to. When you walk in you see me standing my arms untied pressing the walls trying to find a week spot? “hungry?” you throw a bowl of oatmeal in front of me I glare at you but I lean down and try my best to eat it. You watch me as it gets all over my hands and face when I’m done I take the bowl and throw it at you even though it misses and hit’s the wall behind me “ooh now that wasn’t nice slave” you say as I stand slowly looking at you food sticking to my fingers and my chin “you will have to learn. Nina looked cute as hell in the skintight suit. I jumped down from my truck and greeted them. After a few minutes of talk about surfing I told them what I had witnessed earlier in the parking lot.Maybe I should have used a different approach to telling them because Nina went ape shit. It took us five minutes to settle her down enough to continue, even with me flooding her with calming feelings."What can I do, JP?" Al asked.I explained my just blossoming plan to them. As I saw it, confronting. ”“Hi what are you doing right now?”Oh my God he has such a deep, wonderful voice. I can feel my pussy contract, already becoming wet.“Nothing yet, but I am so fucking horny, and was about to reach for my toy, ‘Peter,’ and make myself cum like hell. Why?”“Oh, I was just wondering if you had started to have fun without me.”As I listened to his deep, dark, rich, voice I became aroused. We discussed the erotic story about fisting that I sent him to edit. When he asked me if I ever have been fisted,.