She was pretty happy with you. I think she was probably disappointed that you didn’t go back.’ ‘She didn’t invite me.’ I slid down in the se...t and propped my feet up on the dashboard. It felt weird talking to my boyfriend about a woman I’d had sex with. ‘You know I don’t have a problem with it, right?’ ‘Yeah, you told me to go.’ ‘That’s true, I did. Well, I don’t have a problem with it, I don’t have a problem with you having sex with anyone else as long as you tell me you’ve done it. I don’t. Kathleen just looked at the three women in disbelief.“Can we get her changed here?” asked Allison. “I brought her outfit.”“Sure,” replied Marge. “Pet, be a good girl and take off your sarong.”“But...” sputtered Kathleen.“Be a good girl,” advised Mandy. Kathleen saw the serious look in Mandy’s face and decided it would be best to comply rather than risk punishment. She reached between her breasts and untied the knot, reluctantly letting her sarong fall to the floor.Allison smiled when she saw. Frantically I tried to twist my head sideways to get a breath, crying with the pain Kathleens heels were causing me. I heard Janet say, "Ooooh Kathleen that felt great against my marigold, hurt him more so he does it again". "I'll lean forward and you let him get a couple of breaths first and we will keep going". This carried on for what seemed an age until Janet obviously orgasmed on my face and finally they both got off me. I was sobbing and unable to move, everything hurt, my shoulders, my. He could figure out what apartment she is in by counting the windows. Oh My GOD, she thinks out loud, “Did I lock the door? Should I check? Of course, I should, why am I falling apart? I am safe in my own apartment.” Moving quickly to the door. It is locked. She glances out the window in the door. Nothing to see outside, she starts to calm down, she even laughs a little, “You are the only person I know that can scare the shit out of yourself just by thinking.” Moving back into the living room,.