When Linda staggered back from the bathroom they stopped talking to watch the luscious blonde nymphet go into Jenny's room, shutting the door behind h...r. They heard the creak of the bed as she sank exhaustedly down beside the lesbian, their arms entwined around each other, their bruised lips gently touching.Chapter 9 What the boys were talking about would have shocked Jenny and terrified Linda. At first they joked about having to tie up Sludge-Pump and what great fucks the girls were, what. “Okay, I’ve read about that a bit, but I’m not really sure…what does BDSM mean?”And that led to a discussion of the various kinks that lived under the BDSM rubric, including my favorite, Dominance and submission. I happily explored that ground for her – and noticed that her nipples were getting quite prominent under her tight, pink t-shirt. Better and better!Chris brought her lunch, and we continued our conversation, with me recounting some of the things I’d written, and her asking question. So I stepped outside of my apartment, locked the door, and started down the stairs. Just as I am walking down, a beautiful black college age girl turns the corner carrying a large box up the same steps I am going down. At first I get an awkward rush of adrenaline but it quickly turned to excitement. She needed help carry the box upstairs and I did not hesitate to offer my hand. I live in community that is mostly college k**s due to a local university. She was moving in for the semester. This. He held me against him, and I could feel his bulge pressing against me through my skirts. He drew back slightly and whispered to me, “Claire… you’re so beautiful.” I smiled and slid a hand over his chest. “Thank you, Master Simon.” He grinned and took my other hand from the window sill and guided it to his bulge. I slowly began to rub it. He let out a small groan, and I began to rub it harder. It grew harder against my hand. I didn’t even think that to be possible. “Claire…” he groaned,.