So here i am in black heels, black lace bra and panties, with a tight black hood over my head. The image actually excites me a little, which in turn h...lps me back away from the anxiety. A cold hand on my back – Yours, I hope…but i’m not smelling Your cologne anymore. i automatically pull into myself a little, but the hand gets more insistent, and then becomes a grip on my arm. i keep trying to remember that i both opened the door and walked straight into this one. That there is no reason to be. ”“And now you’re mine.”“No.”“No?”“Not now, no. I was already yours from the moment you took me to your bed. Ever since the moment I fell in love with you two months ago. Now you’re just exploring my attractions.”A minute or so later, as she was helping me wipe us up with her towel and wet wipes to tide us over until a restroom break, she said, “Did you like it?”“I loved it. I mean…” She looked at me quizzically. “I mean, you know, I’ve never done it before. Never thought women liked it.”“Most. . I knewsomething felt odd." Karen made her own observation and lifted both ofher large tits for inspection. "Yeah?! Forgetting something?" Shealternately bounced her breasts up and down. I smiled a little bit at herdisplay. "Let me get that for you." Karen offered. She went over to thedresser where I had left my own heavy platinum rings and beads. Shecollected all four pieces and the ring tool. Using both my hands I liftedmy left tit up with my left hand and rested my right hand on the. Reading that I started to “stir” again. I thought, what the hell, and turned on my iPhone and started looking at some pics I had collected of “Friends” over the years. When I did that I noticed that she was rhythmically squeezing her thighs together, making herself Feel Good.I reached over and rubbed her thigh, this made her move a bit, but she relaxed and kept up her motion. When the Stew came by, she surprised me when she asked her for a blanket saying she had a chill.She spread the blanket.