I heard her making noise and I was trying to figure out what she was doing. A few moments passed she was making more noise being very busy.She asked, ...��You love being dressed up like a whore don’t you. You want to be used like a slut. You want your ass violated by a big cock don’t you? (She loosened the ball gag)” I said, “yesss.” She said, “I can’t hear you baby. Tell me the honest truth what do you want more than anything in the world.” I said, “I want to be fucked.” The excitement caused me. I waited to pour the body wash into my hands and clean my body, for I was afraid I might wash off my lusty anticipations as well. Or was it because I kind of expected Roxanne to run her soapy hands over my body as a foreplay? I was humming a lullaby my mother used to sing to me when I was a kid as two arms seized me from behind. The shock paralyzed me for a moment. “Don't stop, it's beautiful” Roxanne's voice told me. I resumed humming the melody as her lips started nibbling on my neck. She put. .. sure. I'll fix up the other bedroom for him." He may just be fifteen but he learned about the birds and bees a long time ago." What does that mean?" she asked."He likes girls, Marsha. He likes them a lot." Meaning he's experienced." Yeah, but I don't want him running around while he's here and possibly getting into trouble -- girl trouble." What can I do?" Well..." Randy smiled in a way she had never seen before, "you know, be friendly." Well of course I'll be friendly," she responded. I let my head loll to one side, my cheek caressing the smooth skin on the back of her hand and her perfume becomes stronger and for the merest instant I feel her hair brush my other cheek.I want to speak, but her silence makes me mute and I just fall back against the chair, my shoulders cushioned against her cotton covered stomach.She's bolder now, her little fingers following my bra straps downwards towards my already aching breasts and any tension I had felt was dissolved beneath her expertly.