I feel like I fit in..." Her friend nodded andsmiled."Well....I'm free for the evening, Jimmy. Want some company?" You'd do that for me?" Sure...and w... can spin this into a story if anyone asks." The woman winkedand glanced at the door."Just tell your friends that I'm your girlfriend and it'll be okay." You sure about this?" The girl tilted her head and her friend nodded."Oh...okay....would you...." She stammered as she reached into a B Altman bag,pulling out a Jade-colored satin cheomsang."Oh,. The note lay next to her. She still didn't want to read it, but some compulsion in her wouldn't let her leave it alone. She reached over and picked it up. Standing up, she turned the paper over to read it."I could've cuffed your other hand."She felt cold fear spike through her gut, but it melted in the hot lava rushing up from her pussy. It remembered what it felt like last night to lose control, be compliant, submit. To be soft.Ooooh ... A slave. Owned, cuffed, vulnerable... I'd be lying on. " It's OK, Sweetie. It's just that the left leg is real tender and anything will set it off," I told her.Belle got on the bed and I started to kiss her and rub her breasts. She was shaking already with desire. Our tongues dulled for a while, and I slipped my hand down over her flat stomach and her mound to her pussy. I found that Belle had developed a serious leak.We kissed a little longer, and I brought my hands back up to her breasts and resumed massaging them. Belle's eyes were closed and. Okay. That was a pretty damn good substitute for a pussy, Jackson thought.As she bobbed the membrane peeled back from the root of his cock and then rolled back down to envelop his whole length. The bubble flattened and the pressure was like a gentle squeeze around his cock. It felt like he was plunging his cock into something soft, yielding and sensual.Bab puffed her cheeks and blew. She played the bubble like a musical instrument. The notes were little pulses of bliss she blew into Jackson's.