..”“Dripping wet?” Rhonda offered.“More like pouring wet,” Theresa giggled.“I guess I’ve become acclimated to your look and smell as wel...,” Rhonda decided. “And the fact that I trust you completely, unlike pretty much any other man.”“But I can be any other man,” said Bob. “Lost in pleasure. Forgetting everything but my own. I mean, when I was thrusting between your ass cheeks, which are actually very nice, firm ass cheeks.”“Thanks,” Rhonda giggled.“A little fuller than I like, but...”“Stop when. "Yeah, although if my bike breaks-down tomorrow I may need these back!" He added jokingly. Karen laughed a slightly drunk laugh, she never realized before now how funny her brother could be. It didn't hurt that he looked rather sexy now that all he was wearing were a pair of boxers and an old T-shirt; the rest of his clothes were laid on a nearby chair drying.Later that evening the pair feasted on some Cup-O-Noodle's Sean found in a cupboard and a couple of candy bars Sean had in his backpack.. She was fair, about 5’4”, slim, and proportionately endowed. She wore spectacles. Her dressing was always the same – long kurti and leggings.Only later as our story progresses will we be able to see her in denim and t-shirts. She always had an aura of confidence and style. Very minimalistic makeup with usually long stylish earrings hanging almost up to her shoulders. All in all, she was super cute.Now back to the story. To cut a long story short we came in contact through my friend who had. ...which of course is what a dom does I mused. I growled my pleasureas I filled my whore with sticky spunk, revelling in the pleasure ofdomination. I pulled out of her with a sticky pop and then reaching intothe bag refilled her used pussy with a fat pink butt plug. She grunted asit slide into place because it was rather large. I knew however the fullfeeling would drive her mad......as it would have done to me had I beenin her position! Satisfied I removed her bonds so that she could.