Static electricity sparked as she briskly rubbed me all over, first the spine and then back of the legs. I felt safe and warm when we sat back to hudd...e and cuddle.I placed my hands inside her sweater to warm them, but she wasn’t wearing a bra. I wouldn’t have guessed but her breasts were real: supple, banana shaped with upturned nipples. She laid hands on top of her sweater and held mine in place as a signal to explore. I was curious because I never “felt-up” or practices kissing a girl. She secured the first rope and released a second one. She lowered a new key down into my reach.“Unlock the padlock, slave.” I slipped the key into the padlock and turned it, and the chain that fastened my collar to the bars was freed. She immediately raised that key back to the ceiling, like the first.She then released another rope and lowered one of the large rings into the cell. It was just about dead center in the cell, in both directions. This ring had nothing on it and was about a foot in. Mom, who had been 7 years without her own daughter before I came along, now felt that life was worth living again. She didn't say anything, but she quietly took down all of the pictures of Beverly, replacing them with mine. Mom had a wonderful picture of the 4 of us centered on the mantle. It was Yven's favorite, so this year, as a gift, mom and I had a larger one made just for him. I had a new friend, Doug. Like Brad, he was tall, fair haired with deep black eyes that made me quiver whenever. Always. And I will take care of you. I promise.’ Dinah slid off the bed and walked over to where a very naked, very vulnerable Jonas stood. ‘Do you want to touch me?’ She asked in a low, husky voice. ‘Oh, god, yes!’ ‘Then do it. Touch me. Strip me … do whatever you want.’ She stood still as she felt Jonas’ hands begin to push the clothing from her body, slowly exposing her skin to his gaze. His hands brushed against her soft skin, followed by his lips and tongue. She dropped her head back, and.