" I took off my strap-on and washed it in the sink. "She a friend of yours," I asked.Afaf responded still clearly stunned, "Yes, we just talked yester...ay about arranged marriages and how our parents expect so much from us."I smiled, "Sadie has never talked about that to me, but she comes over here almost every week to release her stress, every time she has a big test." I shrugged and went and had a shower.The next part of my plan was the first risky one. I felt that I already had Afaf under my. I then rang Sarah and told there had been a change of plan and that I wouldn’t be back for the afternoon, but could she send a car to pick us up and take us home. Now, I never have been extravagant with my money, however, one indulgence I have always enjoyed is the fact of having a driver to take you to meetings or important events, so on days like today, this was the perfect solution, although I was not over the limit, it meant that we could relax and travel home in comfort, rather than have. Then she was swimming back to me, and all I could see were her tits. Each one of them was bigger than maybe even three handfuls! She had large areola and nipples that thrust out against the cold. Or was it arousal? When she got out of the water, I simply stared at her – her wet hair was plastered against her back, her breasts bounced slightly each step she took, those nipples twin nubs of arousal, and that ass swaying seductively as she moved. She looked at me, and I saw how aroused she was. I allowed it and handed her the chain. We all watched them make out, with people cheering. Then another friend wanted in on the fun, and so the chain passed on.During the day, she kissed almost all of our male friends, girls and the occasional stranger. Hands were on her ass, tits and under her skirt. But somehow, the chain always returned to me, as if they all knew, she was mine first.As the night fell and the beers started to do their magic, more and more of our gang went of in different.