“Yes, sure looks like it.” Sandra said. I was glad to have my body weight off my feet for a while. My feet were still forced painfully backwards b...t the pain in my toes was killing me. Then the door opened and two gagged female slaves crawled in on their hands and knees. They both had a head harness on their head on which a plate was mounted. On the plate was a bowl with food and the room filled with the aroma of Italian food. The slaves lowered their heads and put their plates underneath our. "I'm sure Greg is eyeballing us now, so kiss me."She giggled and couldn't turn down that. So, we kissed each other for a moment as we both rubbed each other's thighs and pushed our tits together too.After that moment, she gently pushed my lips off hers. "Okay, get in, Dahlia," she laughed, before opening her door.I got in on the other side, and we headed off to her house. She took the exact same way that Greg did when I followed him, but this time, it didn't feel so long because I didn't wonder. If I want you to, you can kneel on the grass." He smiled at me and kissed my temple as we walked lazily. If he was trying to explain something to me, I didn't get it."Oh... All right." I trusted Andrew, but I didn't know how I felt about 'coming out' with a vanilla person. Lydia might ask all kinds of silly questions like, 'what are you doing kneeling on the ground, Dominique. There's a chair right here!' I giggled to myself, thinking it would be fun to be the shocking one, rather than the. Dein Kinn fällt auf meinen Hinterkopf, deine Finger zerren an meinen Haaren. Noch ein Kuss auf deinen Mund, dann starte ich den Wagen wieder. Die Männer, die eben noch an dem Stehtisch standen, schauen durch die geöffnete Tür auf unser Auto. Du winkst ihnen lachend zu, als wir an ihnen vorbeifahren, und ebenfalls lachend schütteln sie ihre Köpfe, drehen sich um und gehen wieder zurück. Der Schal fällt in den Fußraum, als du mir einen Becher reichst, dann hebst du ihn wieder auf, und während ich.