She wanted to know what the other letters were. I broke into tears when she questioned me, and then she let it go. She apologized and didn't mention i... again that day. She's my best friend in the world, and I loved her for dropping the subject the way she had, but after I got home that night I started to feel guilty. We were so close, I owed her an explanation.That's how I ended up sitting in her living room the next day, telling her the gory details of the most humiliating episode of my life.. Eagerly, he took them, strapping each cuff to her wrists, binding her arms. She grabbed her by her golden blonde locks, taking a whiff of her scent, licking her neck. “Use me as you see fit Sir,” she moaned, her lip quivering. “I'm yours.”“I'm your what, Rebecca?”“I'm...I’m...” her voice stuttered. The words were there. But they were weighted down with coyishness. And it took everything she had to make them jump out. “I'm your date, Sir.” with that, her invitation was given. Sir grabbed her. I am going to go in and do a little research on my new workstation about that fire." then blew me a kiss and went back to her house. All I could think was, what am I getting myself into.About an hour later Dawn came out of her house, much like her mother did. She was the spitting image of a younger version of her mother. She was also very thin and had A/B sized tits. I had already known that Dawn speaks her mind whenever she is around me. She has told me about her friends and what they tell her. ”“Why?” I asked.“I loved cowboys as a kid and I would love to see abrothel full of whores.”“Good enough for me” I turned the top and the datescrolled I stopped at 1885 and hit the button hopingit would work.Suddenly the surroundings flattened to the ground andeverything went white. We started walking through thewhiteness, I could see it went on for ever there wasno end. We looked at each other worried, were we stuckhere forever? A minute later the floor.