Look at me. I love you. I was confused, I was insecure, and I did it. And I don't regret it." No?" Oh, no, baby. I loved it. You know what I'm talking...about, Roger, you know Larry. He's fantastic. I love you, I love fucking you, but... I would like to have sex with other men, too. I know it's not the same, I know men can give you something that I can't, but... Let's be open. Let's be free about it. Like Frank and Janet. They don't mind." I can't really picture you having sex with Larry. Or any. ‘Sure, they accepted I wasn’t any competition when they met my girlfriends.’ ‘Wait, you’re a lesbian?’ he cried out. {No, I was wrong,} Crissy thought. {That disappointment on his face – that’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. And the most gratifying.} She wanted him to want her. ‘I always thought so, but as it turns out, I’m bi. I just never could admit to myself how attracted I was to you, until a few months ago. Just before you started dating Karen. It’s been awful, I’ve been so. He gave her the whole thing in one big thrust. The bead of his meat pioneered out new spaces. Her sloppy wet beaver folded up and open and closed on his joint. Her clit was upright and rubbing on the meaty spike. "Jesus, God, FUCK NO SHIT PISS, FUCK, FUCK!" She was wailing on his rod. He was sliding in and out of her tube, giving her cave the first-class rubbing it deserved. He was wailing up and down inside her body, rolling on her hips and pelvis, making sure that her pussy was about as hot. For the first time she spoke at her victim, “I hope your in good voice as I enjoy screams, they turn me on wickedly!” it was then Celia noticed the black box Monika had in her hand since the break, seeing her glance the smile broadened, and opening the box, the contents being shown to her intended target. All manner of needles glittered menacingly in the light, thin surgical needles, some long some short all with plastic connectors of various collars, Monika voice promising that they were “all.