She responded, “Unsettled; well, I think I know what that means.” I looked back and saw that she was smiling at me. “I mean, I get it; things ha...e been unsettled with me too.” After that Olive rambled a bit about other topics, like how it was that the “ethnics” - presumably including Italian-German-Irish me - had built America. She also declared that the Kennedys were “vulgar,” including that “odious Ted.”“What he did with that girl at Chappaquiddick was just inexcusable.” She went on, “I don’t. ”Exasperated, I replied, “Kayla, there isn’t a thing about you that I don’t love. You are a gorgeous girl, and in every way.”Kayla’s face turned red and she said back, “I love it that you think so. I’m just not used to being called pretty and everything. I thought that this g-string might help a bit, I’ve never worn one before.”“Well it is great looking, but really, I’m more interested in the girl who is wearing it.”She smiled and walked over to me and laid down on top of me. “You are just so. With the ball gag locked in place and his cock in a padlocked cage, it was pretty obvious that he’d have to do anything she wanted.Thinking back, Allison remembered the look of distaste one of her boyfriends had given her when she’d suggested that he might like to return the favour after she’d given him what she had thought was a pretty good blow job. “Nah,” he’d said, “not my thing.” She’d been angry at the time but had said nothing. Thinking back, Allison told herself, it would have been your. ‘I must look ridiculous.’ He shook his head, smiling. ‘You look even lovelier than I imagined. They’re very fetching boots.’ ‘If I could stand, I’d give you a twirl.’ He reached for her, hesitant, and she moved into his arms, raising her lips for his kiss, her breasts flattening against his chest. They were sitting, not-quite-facing each other, hip to hip, his arms warm around her. A hand moved and she felt her breast caressed, his touch gentle. He broke the kiss and his head dropped, taking.