She asked me if I had a boyfriend, I said no, I then asked her if she had a boyfriend, she said no too. We laughed and then she just randomly said. ... “So, do you think we could ever go back to how we used to be?” I assumed she was talking about the ‘friendship’ not the ‘sexual’ stuff so I just said “Yeah, sure”. She seemed to be looking at me a lot and I started to feel concerned, would it be right to go back to how we used to be? Would it be unacceptable now that we were older? It’s. We found a lounge and put the cushions on the floor and rolled our sleeping bag over the cushions. There was an attached café and the natural gas worked. We would have an easy hot supper. I cooked supper while Bennie went out to roam around a bit. He came in and said, "People have been around here lately." How long ago?" More than a week and less than a month. They didn't seem to disturb anything. I think they were just going through the motions of checking the area out. That suggests they. A steel ring had been anchored to the floor, to which was attached a heavy six foot chain, Zeek generously had provided a metal cot and decrepit mattress for her use. In addition extra soundproofing insulation had been installed.Amy’s next attachment was a leather neck collar secured with a padlock, the floor chain was then padlocked to the front ring of the collar, assuring she would be able to stand up and use the toilet, but not reach the door. Zeek would leave her so restrained for about an. ‘ silence’ as she caressed my vagina with hot kisses and snuggles.. nibbling my vagina.. nuzzling me. And hugging me tight. Her breast, creamy,warm gently glazed my skin. Grazing me ..with caress and massages. As she rubbed me deeply,I felt wonderful.. just then, her mysterious ness grew.. her eyes sparked devilish ly. As her fingers slide slowly gently up my vagina.twirled.twisting higher and higher up my vagina. Circling me with her finger slowly.. slipping into me slowly... deeply..deeper.