I wanted to sit and talk to her like we had two weeks ago.Why couldn't we be friends? It made no sense to say we couldn't be. We obviously got along, ...ad some shared interested and we were both spending a lot of time with nothing to do. Should I call down to her or go down there? Again, I found myself overthinking what should be a simple decision.Before I could decide, I heard my name coming from her patio."Yeah?"She didn't respond but I heard footsteps on the stairs. She was in sweats and a. “We’re going to release you from your bonds. You have a choice to make. I will expect you to turn over on your back…you can make yourself comfortable on our bed. I want you to drape your legs, your knees over the side of the bed. If you fail to obey me; I will secure you to the frame of our bed.”Melissa nodded her understanding. She had been placed in a very uncomfortable position. With the spreader bar having been removed, her ankle and hand cuffs removed; she simply obeyed my husband. . Sort of like the wood smoke, only more pungent.Jenny passed it over to me, holding her breath as she spoke. "Ear... ave... a hit." Huh, what?" I asked, not exactly sure whether it was what I thought it was. Which would be more embarrassing? I wondered. If I was wrong or if I didn't even know!Meanwhile, Jenny kept motioning with her head for me to do something while the background filled with chuckles and giggles.Janet asked where I was from."Nebraska?" Laughed Bill. "Why... doesn't the stuff. They were headed into something she never thought they would be, and it scared her a little. Would they still be best friends? Thoughts grew jumbled as he flipped her over and tugged at her shorts, and she found herself lifting her hips to held him slide them off. He stared at her thong for a moment before taking it off, and she moaned loudly as he teased her folds with his fingertips before crawling between her legs. His tongue slid hard against her and she arched her back as the sensations.