The image was grainy, but there was no question as to what – or who – itwas. It was video of the very room and the very chair that she was now str...ppedto. Only the girl bound to the recliner wasn't herself. It was Pam. Her tinyarms were bound to the arms of the chair just as Chrissy's now were, but therest of her bondage was much more elaborate. A wide black collar was aroundher neck and appeared to be attached to the headrest of the chair, keepingher head from thrashing about. Her long red. . where I had rubbed my best friend to an orgasm... I froze.Kira took my wrist and placed my hand on her, not really giving me a chance to think about it. Instinctively, I started feeling her, rubbing her like I did Rebecca. The feeling fascinated me, and I tried to feel as much of her as I could without actually putting a finger inside her. I was so absorbed in feeling her - another girl! - that I hardly cared when she put her hand on my jeans, unbuttoned them, and slid her hand under them.. She stands there, shifting her weight between each foot; legs spread, undecided in her thoughts. The lengthy blonde hair gracefully sweeping across her shoulders still matted from not being combed this morning only adds to her enchantment. The delicate breasts, still sprouting are moderately conical in shape with pinkish-red puffy areolas exaggerated from being manipulated earlier project out from her chest like two enticing orbs. Her face, rounded with a marginally pudgy nose, enticing to a. She closes the door and walks towards you before leaning on the edge of the desk."Are we ok?" she asks, "you seemed off this morning when I paid you and then again when you worked me out." Yeah," you offer weakly, "its nothing." John," she says, "do you know why I picked your gym?" Price?" you ask."No," she says, "it was because I enjoyed working out with you, you're good at what you do and I enjoy your company, I even enjoy it when you check me out." I never," you begin."Please," she says with.