I imagined that we were both naked from the fun night before and I could feel you getting hard as you started to kiss down my cheek, then down my neck...sucking and leaving a mark so every one would know I am yours. Your hands were on every part of my body that your hands could touch and as you started to kiss up to my ear and asked me if I loved you I told you I do. You said you loved me back and I felt you slip inside me. As I laid in my bed imagining all this, my fingers had found their way to. "It might be better if I show you," Lucy said. She opened her laptop and loaded up a folder. Inside was a document called 'Contract'."You actually signed a contract?" Sam asked. He had heard about BDSM contracts; the kind designed to specify each person's limits, kinks and roles within the relationship."Yeah," Lucy said, opening the file.The contract contained personal information and a series of yes/no questions, all of which were about sex. Sam was a little shocked, particularly at some of. Today she was in garters and pale violet stockings that caressed her legs all the way down to her gleaming red Fuck-Me shoes. She hardly ever wore the kind of tapering, elegant spikes that always caught his eye on other women's feet, but she was wearing them today. They made her legs look longer, her ass higher and rounder.She came to him, pushing her tits up against his chest and planting a big wet kiss on his mouth. It started on his mouth and took in the whole lower half of his face before. They looked at me in my sluttish outfit. There eyes wandered up and down my figure. Then the second half started, and I could tell they were trying to look at me and at the game simultaneously. I sat down on the sofa between Joe and Patrick.They kept watching the game, but I could tell that my plan was starting to work. I grabbed the bottle of oil and started to shake it. Carry looked at the bottle and asked me what that was for."Oh this bottle of oil? It is called Wet stuff. It is a sexual.