I went to get the post and i opened my bank statement and there was something wrong there was $3000 out of are account and i was really really really ...issed when it says the money went to harveys dad.i came banging into are bed room and said to harvey "You have got to be fucking kidding me harvey. $3000 fucking £3000 what did he need the money for this time actually dont answer that because i cant even look at you!" after i said that i picked up my keys and slammed the apartment door behind. I had sort of realised they were bi but never thought that they would get it together. I just said bye and hung up. I went to bed to lick my wounds but in the morning, I got a surprise, messages from both girls saying they wanted to talk. They had been thinking and chatting as girls do and had decided that they believed that it had been an honest mistake and that I was genuine in not wanting to upset either of them. In fact, they appreciated my sensitivity if not my adroitness. In the end they. Even the tight bra, he imagined, would be missed when removed. He observed that whilst the clothes themselves were attractive and comfortable, the restrictions they imposed on the wearer completely counteracted it. He began to empathise with his ex-girlfriend who'd said she'd only wear a dress if they buried her in one. If only he'd understood then what it really, really meant to wear clothes like this then, he thought - maybe he wouldn't have pushed her away. Jake was clearly more. Yesss..." I hissed. "Sluts don't poke the ends of their fingers in and out like that, little one," he said. "They straighten their fingers and slide them right in and out of their asses." "Ohhh..." I moaned, straightening my fingers and thrusting deeply. My mind was numbing and I started to tremble. "That's it." "Yesss..." I whispered hoarsely. "Pinch your nipple harder, don't let go." "Oh," I squeaked. "Fuck your ass faster." "Oh, God..." "There's something missing," he murmured,.