It was about us, undoubtedly joined by a common energy.“It wasn’t so much the subject of the story,” she continued. “It was the what, combined...with how you were reading it. I’m sure that doesn’t make sense.”I leaned in and kissed her. Softly. Letting my lips just press to hers, finally connecting the heat.I whispered into the kiss to ask her, “And what about the typed pages?”Our lips remained just a hair’s breadth apart as she answered. “I know how much tactility compels you; feeling your. I continued to massage her lower thighs for about 10 minutes when she let out her first moan. It made me horny and my 7-inch dick was up.Gathering more courage, I raised her petticoat a little more and touched her inner thigh. After seeing no resistance from her, I started massaging her thighs and her moans became louder. She was enjoying it to a great extent. My dick was bursting out from my pants but I needed to control it. I gave her hard massages on her inner thighs by spreading her legs a. .. and Of course, you will be our sexual plaything during our bondage session” “I tell you these things now Catherine, so you are able to prepare yourself mentally for the rest of our evening without any further shock to your system”Gripped as she was by the strong arms of Charles the Chauffeur, the bemused and horrified Mature Blonde Beauty could do no more than lister as David continued.“Our decision is final Catherine ... you have no input in this matter whatsoever, for the three of us have. She threw back her head and squealed, her hips bucking in an uncoordinated way as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to stifle a full-blown scream, and pushed Emma’s beaming face away while she recovered her breath. Emma smiled a smug sort of smile, feeling very proud of herself.That smug look was more than Jenny could stand. She sprang to her feet, spinning Emma around and forcing her face first against the cubicle wall. Taking a handful of hair she.