It earns me a stinging slap to my left breast.I yelp in surprised pain. My entire body flinches convulsively. Tears flow, soaking the blindfold. Somet...ing brushes the fingers of my left hand. His thigh! Desperately I stretch my fingers, seeking him. But he is gone again and I am left alone with my sniveling echoing loudly inside my head. I don't dare move for a very long time. I am so ashamed. The stinging of my breast nearly made me lose control. My nipples are so hard. My clit aches. “What are you doing?!” Marcie shouts.“Teaching you to give in so it’s not so scary.” Bonnie’s voice is husky and full of lust and experience, “the sooner you learn to like it, the easier it will be to learn and please her.”“How do you know this?” Marcie exclaims“Because I’ve been where you are a few years ago.” She says.Bonnie leans in and kisses Marcie again but not so rough. She moves her hand to gently cup her pussy. She tries to put her other hand on Marcie’s shoulder but is stopped by the. The repeated, painfully annoying sound was one of the only things that could pry her out of bed from the deep sleep she'd been experiencing, and wished beyond anything else she could still enjoy.Miranda waited for several moments, her not yet fully conscious mind forging a shortly lived dream around the sound where she was eating breakfast and her cereal kept making strange ringing noises. At last, however, Miranda remembered where she was, and realized the origin of the sound."Cursed thing,". With her silky black hair, tight athletic body, “B” sized tits and her perfectly shaped hips, she reminded me of Alyssa Milano. I get in my car and make the drive to the local airport and find out Stacy’s plane was running late, I would have a 3 hour wait before she would land. After the long wait I see Stacy’s beautiful face and silky black hair making it though the crowd towards the gate. When we finally met, she gave me a big hug and a kiss and put her arm around my hips. As we walked to.