I tried to let loose a yelp, but the gag did it's job, the rubber taste filling my mouth. I had carelessly crossed the point of no return, and ... tried to take back that one little mistake, but it was too late; my pleas only acted to heighten my husband's arousal, the bulge in his dress pants becoming more noticeable as I screamed into the bright red gag. I would have to live the consequences, no matter what they would be. I screamed louder into the gag. "Mmmrrrrrrrrrrffffffff!",. ’ She gives me a puzzled look. ‘I’m wearing a white blouse and a tan mini. What blue?’ ‘Underneath the mini Rache.’ She smiles and puts her hand on her thigh and moves it slowly up her leg exposing more of her panties. She glances nervously around hoping no one else is paying attention. Most of the people are sleeping or carrying on conversations to. So she decides to move her hand inward slowly caressing her thigh. She bites her lip and stares deeply into my eyes. She closes her eyes and. I knew this so didn’t ask anything about him. Since she became close after talking almost four times a week, I thought this would be the perfect time to take her number and start pushing things from texts. I asked her bravely her number. She asked me why I want her number just like all girls do. I told her, I have this habit of not losing contacts with those who become close to me. She smiled and gave her number. After talking for a while I left her home.After going home, I texted her on. Or you.” She buried her face in her hands.Amber sighed at the self-inflicted drama. “Margo, stop right now!” she commanded. “Look at me and tell me what you see.”Margo snuffled herself more upright and looked at Amber. “I see a beautiful young woman that is supremely self-confident, aware of everything going on in the world, and sexy beyond description. I can’t begin to tell you how wonderful I think you are.”“What do I do?”Margo’s eyes flared. “Errr, you ... do ... business.