You should be proud of yourself, you could’ve lost your self-respect tonight but you held on to it!” “That’s so sweet,” Kerry said with a cr...aky voice. “Thank you, I’m so happy it was you who babysat for me and not my mum!” “I’m sure your mum would understand as well,” Lucy said. “No, she would say ‘now Kerry what do you expect to happen when you go out with men wearing that kind of dress.’” Kerry was giggling a little. Lucy smiled and said, “Would she make you get changed into trousers, a. Her right hand found her heavy left tit and started to palm her swelling nipple with a soft circular motion. Her left hand seemed to move on its own, fingertips touching and exploring each curve as it moved downwards over her big rounded belly and then even lower to her always hungry, never satisfied cunt. The beautiful 5’2”, twenty-eight year-old streaked blonde, her curled hair falling past her shoulders, closed her dark blue eyes and turned her face to the spray. The action on her breast. It was not romantic love, for several reasons. But it was still love. We had met---well how we met does not really matter. It was six months ago. At first a lot of flirting, then sexy online conversations. Then talk about our dissatisfactions in life. Then it changed. She pulled back. I suspected she decided she was not interested in me romantically, but for some reason we kept talking. We openly resolved to become friends, and that is what we did. Great friends. Friends who can talk about. She spread her legs wide to touch the bottom of the rack, and her obedient whore fastened her mistress’ wrists and ankles to the sturdy cart. “Now, Slut, take off my wedding ring and give it to your husband. I am offering my ass to him. Negotiate the price for my virgin asshole,” Diane commanded. “Well, Honey,” my slut wife smiled,” How much will you offer to take my Master’s cherry? You can have now what no other man has ever had! What’s the price for her virginity, My Husband?” “MY.