’ If she didn’t believe the words, the threat was backed up by the look in his eyes. He wasn’t joking, she could see that he wouldn’t accept a...ything but her obedience to his command. French shivered again, unsettled and not entirely sure she liked the predicament in which she suddenly found herself. Aidan had never behaved this way before. At least not with her. They’d had arguments before and she knew how to deal with him, knew what to expect when his eyes fired sparks at her. But this… This. Hold my breasts." She moved my hand to cup one. Smiled. "Men."-------------Sirens cut through my dreams, shaking me awake. I looked at the clock on my table. Almost 3 am. I was about to roll over when I heard more sirens, getting closer, then stopping. A glow outside my window caused me to jump from my bed and look. West from my house an orange halo over the trees. Shit. No. NO. Montague Street? I threw on a shirt, pulled on jeans and crammed my feet into my sneakers. It was cool. Potentially most damaging and embarrassing though were the half dozen A4 photos Laura had some time ago printed off after using the self timer of her digi camera, all poses of herself captured in various stages of?self bondage, the most revealing of which being a front?on study of herself naked but for a black suspender belt, matching stockings and ridiculously high heeled shoes whilst she lay upon posing on her back with wrists thrown above her head.With her head resting upon a pillow and. As the middle finger of my right hand found the vaginal opening, I discovered that it had started to become wet and slippery in there, and I could slide my finger inside, up to the second knuckle with no effort at all. Oooh! That felt nice! I happened to glance at my reflection in the mirror over the sink, and I blushed. On an impulse, I put my finger to my nose and sniffed. Then I put the finger in my mouth to taste the sweet nectar. Not only was that the most genuine tasting pussy I had ever.