Finally sorted it out & told her to catch her breath & relax its all taken care of, finally saw relief on her face.Was about to bid her bye, when she ...laces her hands on mine & says thank you, wouldnt have been able to think straight. Told her its fine, what are friends for & squeezed her fingers. Maybe the boy in me took over there & I saw a college kid look back at me, leaned forward & kissed her on her cheeks. There was no anger, no remorse on her face, just a smile & the way she played with. “Aww Russ, thank you.”“How well do you know me?” he asked.“Very well, why?” she replied, shocked at the question“Then you’d know that was just the warm up!! GET UP!!”“What?” exclaimed Emily, slipping back into her more submissive role. Russ grabbed her arm, “Get up, get up.”Emily got up, shocked as Russ began to take off her handcuffs. She was truly puzzled about what was happening now, but Russ moved in to kiss her, slow slow kisses. The sort he knew she loved. The sort that had a unique way. “Stay!” she barked. Rita walked past Stephanie and began to disrobe behind her. She placed her clothes on the chair in the corner and then retrieved a bottle of oil from the shelf. It was then that I noticed Stephanie's finished tattoo, a little angry looking as it was freshly finished. But it was beautiful, nonetheless. Shawna had done an excellent job. The words “Daddy’s Girl” entwined with vines and colorful flowers just popped on her lower back. I couldn’t wait for it to heal to see it in. I would glance down as she would stretch and exhale while her shirt lifted up and my mind would imagine clothes pins tormenting her soft skin, roving upward to view just speed bumps that are enough for a mouthful then the limb would be completed and back to reality. Loading the truck has the same view as she stretched to put the bags inside the high sides, on tip-toes I wanted to just grab and kiss her neck to relive times of several years ago likely to be relived in just a few days. The.