I left some tooth marks on both boobs.Kriti was enjoying my whole play with her closed eyes. I thought this was a chance and tried to enter her jeans....So while rolling my tongue on her tits, I slowly placed my hand on her flat tummy and moved downward, inch by inch. Suddenly, she came back to her senses and stopped me.I got disappointed and raised my eyebrows to ask what was wrong. She gently smiled and nodded her head showing “nothing”. We talked through our expressions without speaking a. She returned the kiss, and, as she started getting into it, Warren reached down and tickled her. She exploded with laughter and squirmed against her bonds. "WARREN!" she hissed, still giggling, as he tickled her again. With her giggles still echoing, he moved down and nibbled on her breast. His hand slipped down between her bound legs, and he ran his finger gently up and down her pussy. He felt her wetness run out of her pussy and onto his hand, as her breath got more ragged. He zeroed in on. Donna queried, "Are you going to be ok, baby?" I couldn't speak. I just shrugged my shoulders. "Do you want to stop doing this? Baby? Come on, you have to tell me." I continued to sob, but shook my head emphatically. I didn't want it to stop; I wanted to continue being tortured like this. "Is it too much?" I nodded my head in response. Yes, it was too much, but the last thing I wanted was for it to stop. My shaking finally began to abate, and my sobs slowed to sniffles. Donna spoke again,. It sounded as if it were&hellip,coming from beneath her bed. Amy sat up, her eyes wide in the semi-darkness of the room. Theres&hellip,theres something under my bed, she thought. Every Hollywood horror film came to mind: horrendous monsters with dripping fangs and bloody claws, disfigured living corpses with stinking, rotting flesh. She shook her head, chiding herself. Thats stupid. Im an adult, dammit. She kicked the covers off and shifted to look over the edge of the bed. I know better, I.