”“So,” Mac said, breaking their kiss with that ever-so-hated word, “What’ll happen the next time you need to flare to save your butt?”Lisa...sighed, realizing that Mac was going to keep her feet on the ground, no matter how badly her mind wanted to soar with elation. “It’d better not happen. You might miss me.”“We should tell Mama Bee you can’t ‘phoenix’ anymore,” he said.“I’m the one who watches their backs,” Lisa murmured. “They’re more likely to screw up if they think I can’t protect. She moaned a bit but didn't try to stop me or say, "Don't."I pushed a finger into her cunt all the way to my knuckle. She moaned some more so I added second finger and probed her deeply. She was getting wet and moaned some more. I finally said, "Maybe you should rest a moment."She looked down and smiled. Slowly and keeping her legs apart, she squatted down on the bed with my fingers deep in her cunt. She said, "I like that. Keep pumping my hole." I pulled her down on me twisting my hand and. The decision to marry Hassan seemed obviously rational for 24-year-old Ayisha and appeared to set off his biggest shortcoming - or so it appeared!Contrary to what one would expect of newlyweds in a conservative puritanical Islamic community like the Pakistani Punjabi’s were, Hassan’s bisexuality and ravishing good looks had ensured that Ayisha wouldn’t face the problems of frightful inexperience their friends had faced on their first matrimonial night. Hassan had sex with both men and women on. Hooking a leg around in front I tripped her to the floor and sat on her back.Ignoring the muffled noises coming from the bag I swung around to sit on herlegs, pulled some cord from my pocket, and tied her ankles together. She waswearing a pair of low heeled, soft suede boots that were designed to come overthe knee and I pulled them up before knotting more cord around her legs. Re-positioning myself to sit in the small of her back I took a leather ballgag from my bag of supplies and loosened the.