I was already in dream world when one minute later I got a second text massage of Clare that read “Come to my party on Saturday and get the rest x x...x.” this time the picture showed her bottom half, in the driver seat of her car, her dress pushed up, her high heeled stocking clad legs spread wide and her shaved pussy held wide open with her index and middle finger of her left hand. Saturday finally arrived and I was excited like a small k** on Christmas day and looking forwards to the party for. At first she demanded that I pick her up at her house, but after I managed to come up with a few excuses to miss, she would just appear at my door on Saturday, and make a simple threat. Either I took her to whatever event she had planned, or she would force her way into my apartment. The smile she always gave me made it clear that she wanted into my apartment, but I was too frightened and always insisted on traveling outside.But Bridget did not allow me to chicken out without consequences.. Can we do this without exposing my entire left tit on television? [Pulls her blouse open enough to show the black rose tattoo.] I’ve proudly worn an anarchist’s black rose for years. I used to dye my hair black and wear it straight. Goth makeup. Black clothes or army surplus. Combat boots. The works. Then my hearthmate and the mother of your child—or children—Liz got hold of me and convinced me to go back to my natural color and curls. She redid my makeup and I became a comedy writer. Who would. It was about 10pm and i was feeling sleepy. I was in my kurta pyjama with no underwear and my bulge was moving from one side to other. She removed her top and was in bra what a sexy look the two melons were trying to come out of bra. She wanted to unhook and requested me to do so. I was happy went close to her and started running my hand on her back she said unhook i said let me feel my touch was really sensual and she was moaning I started kissing her ear lobe and then neck and now my hand was.