“I liked catching you in the living room.” She whispered. “I liked what we did in the garage and then in your room.” She quietly tells me, her...lips nearly on mine.I was having a really hard time listening to her words ... breathing in her scent.“But I couldn’t say that Bobby. I couldn’t just come right out and say that.” She sounds so sorry, so apologetic, and maybe even a tiny bit ashamed. Not for what we’d done but for the pretences, the mockery ... the bullshit.She closed the few inches. Nisha asked “what are you doing there?” I replied “sniffing the sweet scent.” She fisted on my body and told “you vile man, you got nice scent at that dirty place, na?” I looked at her eyes and smiled, I grabbed her pussy and told “to me, this is the best nice thing in the world, there is nothing sweeter to me than it.” Then I pressed her pussy, she got joy and shutting her eyes she began to moan aah aaah aaaah.Then I grabbed her one leg and pulled towards me. For that her both legs parted and. The ladies and I kept this very confidential. But still, I share all of this with my best friend, Steve.Steve is like my mirror image. We have the same taste and same sort of thoughts but he is innocent and a gentleman. He is from a rich family but still, he wanted to build his own career so he started to work. His father passed away when he was young and his single mother Rebecca takes care of the company which was started by her husband.One fine day, Steve invited me and all of the colleagues. When she cried I bent my neck and kissed the tear off her cheek, then was pleased to hear her calm down her rapid, frightened breathing. I love doing that; mocking them with false sympathy. "Shit!" was all I remember saying aloud. Once we got to the truck I realized I had made no previous arrangements for her restraint. I would have to improvise, while simultaneously keeping positive control of her as she struggled to break free. I was forced to use the bondage devices left over.