I was selfish for doing what I did. I was only thinking of my needs when I wore the bustier with no panties. Not feeling your presence in the room whi...e I was kneeling, made me feel horrible. Now you've brought me to the playroom and I don't want to be rewarded. I want to only give you pleasure, but now you have my wrists bound. When you are finally done you stand in front of me. I look up at you sad..."Baby what is going on in that pretty lil head of yours, huh?" I start to cry again and you. “Why not? You’re an amazing person, and interesting, and wicked gorgeous,” Grace said with confidence.“You’re too kind,” Hailey replied with a smile.With that sentiment, Hailey embraced Grace and kissed her again with boiling passion. The two started moving their hands up and down each other’s bodies. They sensually rubbed each other, focusing their attention on different parts. After removing her top, Grace spoke again, “I do have a secret fantasy though,” pausing from their long kiss.“Oh,” a. Her hands moved up and down his well-built body while he continued to kiss her.After that, he whispered, "Wait here."He got up and took out the candles and massage oils from her bag. He placed the candles on the nightstand and on the dresser. Some of them smelled like vanilla and other sensual scents, some of them were the ones that melt into massage oil.He came back to Pamela who was still on the bed. He said, "I just want to set the romantic mood right."Pamela smiled at him as he kissed her. But the tension.. that sexual tension.. that desire.. it wasn't going to just go away. I knew that she was going through a divorce. Things had broken down at home, she and her husband had separated, her emotions were being pushed to the absolute limit, and I just wanted to be there to comfort her. One day, a random day in late May, she and I started talking and once again, our intimate jokes came around again, to comfy giggles and laughs on both sides. But this day was different, because those.