Peter was my hero, he led shaky me into my room. We had a murmured conversation about me not feeling safe enough to sleep alone and the remedy would b... that Peter would spend the night. He stripped, his body more muscled that I had imagined, and then helped me out of my clothes. He gently pushed me on my bed, and his hands were everywhere. He cupped my face, and kissed me softly, his fingers tracing my bone structure. His lips replaced his fingers, and his fingers wandered down to my perky 34 C. He can't decide if he wants to remain this way permanently, or not. It only takes one of us to decide for both, so if he changes back, then so must I. I have been preparing myself for that eventuality.Carol thanked me for the delightful evening, all the way home. I told her that I had enjoyed it every bit as much as she did. After we had prepared for bed, I told her that I had something very serious to discuss with her. We sat on my bed and I began."Slave Carol, you are the love of my life. I. In retrospect, I think it was entirely deliberate on her part. Because in addition to all the sequels you mentioned, you forgot the day I got myself off while listening to the two of you in the cellar, plus the multiple times she made sure I walked in on one or both of you in various states of carnal excess. None of that was accidental; Kathryn rarely leaves anything sexual to pure chance. Add the unexpected encounter with your friend Wendy, which as you might remember she also engineered, and. I was in awe of Jason's control of my body as we danced closely together. After three sexy slow dances to jazz tunes I was breathless and somewhat shaken. I was also very embarrassed because I had become very sexual excited by the closeness of this man. My pussy was very wet and my thong was doing a poor job of containing my moisture. A trickle of "dew" ran down the inside of my thigh. Thank goodness the band announced it was taking a break. I stepped away from Jason's arms and smiled up into.