Sex stuff, maybe revolutionary pamphlets ... I don't know. I ... sort of broke into your flat. I kept everything that I thought mattered ... or was in...riminating." And you kept this." I held up the beautiful collar, the link by the padlock had split apart, just as it was the moment I'd torn it from my throat."Please, give it to me for a moment," said Em.I handed it over; she opened a drawer and took out a pair of pliers. God only knows who else would have such things at the bedside! One quick. After a while, I asked her what the deal was. She said the boyfriend/girlfriend thing was more a he thing and that she really wasn’t all that into him. Me today, would have jumped all over this. However, I was young and just made a mental note of sorts of their situation. Besides, I really did know if she was interested in me or not. After some more partying, the blonde was sitting at a table with a few guys and gals. I sat down and the blonde said, “Let’s play strip poker!”. “Garcon!” I said,. The morning sun was shining thru the window.“Go back to sleep,” groaned Cindy. “It’s too early to be waking up, you fucking whore.” She rolled over.Stacy climbed out of bed, pushed her short, dark hair out of her beautiful green eyes and gave her puffy nipples a hard pinch. “Do you really want to sleep all day?” she said, watching her nipples harden. “Your mom and dad will be home tomorrow. We shouldn’t waste a fucking minute.”“Shit, you’re right!” Cindy jumped up, her big tits jiggling. She. She set the book aside and held his gaze as she slid her finger between her labia. Her shirt was pulled tight across one breast and Jared could plainly see the outline of her engorged nipple.Wordlessly, Stacy fingered herself in front of her husband. She shivered as she saw hunger fill his eyes. They darted from point to point, one moment focusing on her eyes then dropping down to watch her hand play with her pink gash. A second later, he would try to burn a hole through her shirt, locking his.