She'd let me lick her; but no way would I orgasm her orally if she wouldn't take my cum.) I didn't care, since she just prefer me to pump her a quic...ee, and talk a little bit.She also came to me apartment on the other side, and we fucked on my bed and the mattress in my living room (yes, guys, how's that for a hint to visitors -- LOL).---------------------We kept this up a while. She seemed to like a fairly quick fuck without much foreplay. It was almost not enough for me -- a. "Ever direct, Lena said, "I don't think that would be okay." Francine looked suddenly chastened. "I'm sorry. That was really inappropriate."Lena's voice softened. "Because you should let us help you." With that she got up off the bed, and walked over to Francine, planting a big kiss on her lips.Francine swooned in her arms. "Oh my God. I've never kissed a girl before, but I don't care right now. That feels good. Don’t stop.”Lena resumed her kiss, unbuttoning Francine's blouse, then kissing. Her mind seemed paralyzed and unable to summon her own limbs to fight off the unseen hands stretching and pinning her to the bed. Then through the darkness, she noticed a black cloud of mist hovering off the ceiling near the opposite wall. It was about a foot square in size and seemed to be growing larger. The bed coverings began to slide down further . . . no, someone was pulling them down, inch by inch, past her open thighs, exposing the neatly-trimmed tuft of blonde hair guarding her sex.. You secure the belt around my waist, the cuffs on my ankles, and then pull my ankles up and tie the cuffs to rings on the belt, so that I am resting only on my knees. The collar and chain keep me upright as I totter a bit on my knees, the collar somewhat restricting my air. You move to stand in front of me, I can see the bulge under your short skirt. You move my hands to the waist band of your skirt, commanding, "take my skirt down slut." I slide my hands down, pulling the skirt down your.