I thought I screwed up that she will make a fuss but she didn’t. She was still mad at me and said no, what we are doing is not right. All this will ...nd and u will move on I can’t and I will still be in love with u and my life will be spoiled. Although I felt a brief respect to her love I knew my pants had a tent big enough to camp in. I assured her that this is ok. And that people in love do this and not every love ends in marriage. And I observed her. She got very quiet the face of anger gave. S: Oh is it. Can I come some time to see your personal work or you don’t show it to anyone from the street?Me: No, nothing like that. If you want to see you can come over to my studio. FYI I work out of my house and I have a dog, so I hope you are comfortable with that.S: sure no issue, you seem like a decent person and I love dogs.Me: cool, this is address( I gave her the address) let me know which day you want to come, so I’ll keep myself free.S: cool see you.And we ended the chat.At this. ‘Have you considered these?’ Abby hesitated. ‘No.’ ‘You might,’ suggested Britt. Could she? She examined the cuffs and collars, some plain, others studded and fur-lined, and allowed herself to imagine. These were not the tools of enslavement, but of consent to be George’s erotic canvas. Her body answered for her by means of a tingle of anticipation in the pit of her belly. ‘Okay,’ said Abby. Their next stop was the beauty salon. Britt was recognized here too. Britt and a pair of hairdressers. ’ ‘Like this,’ I shot back straight away, pushing Jodi against the door with my body and beginning to increase my pace. ‘I’d fuck her for my pleasure, not caring about her, and when I was ready to come I’d force her to her knees and cum in her mouth.’ I was close now, and I sensed Jodi was too. ‘Do it to me, make me do it.’ Her voice was a whisper and she had lifted her head again and had her neck twisted back awkwardly so that she could look into my eyes. I saw the lust there, the desire and.