We would share fantasies – well mostly mine – but I soon came to realise there were still a lot of things Anna had wanted to do herself, that she ...adn’t. So our mutual fantasies then came into play. One such fantasy started with me opening the cupboard door under the stairs to let Anna out, who was on all fours, dressed only in a pair of sheer black hold-ups and her high heel shoes. She had a pink collar around her neck, attached by a length of rope to an ass-hook, a bright red gag firmly in. "Anne, would I be obnoxious if I asked you to take all your clothes off?" If this helps with me getting well, of course, I will."I watched her eyes follow my every movement. I took off my top and then my skirt. I stood there nude except for heels. Her comment was, "Simply lovely." Would it help my condition if you were in the same mood as me?"She did not say a word but took off her top. Oh my god, what gorgeous breasts. When the skirt came off, she stood there just like me, nude in heels. The. His face was bluff, broad, handsome where hers was gorgeous. “Eww, he's groping his crotch,” Vanessa said, shuddering like I was so filthy.My cheeks burned. Why did she have to despise me? I would show her. I would make her understand. “God, Billy, you're such a pathetic fucking boy,” Cali hissed. “Get lost! We're studying here!”“Hey, freak,” growled Chet, standing up. “Get the fuck out of here, stop groping yourself, or else.”“Or else?” I taunted as Chet stalked towards me. I didn't have to be. Andrew gripped her arse tightly and started shoving his hips upwards and driving his hard on fully into her drenched and sticky cunt. The bed was starting to shake as they fucked ardently. Lydia looked down at Andrew’s face and could see that his mouth was open, his eyes screwed tightly shut. He was approaching climax. Then, like an express train, it hit her. She felt her eyes roll to the back of her head, her vision lost focus and she lost control over the movements of her hips. She lifted.