I assumed that it was the shame of being forced to experience pleasure under such circumstances. I now knew that I had been wrong. It was shame, that ...art was right, but it was shame on a different level. She felt ashamed that she had enjoyed it. Some part of Angela craved the domination. The bondage and feeling of helplessness only heightened the sensation for her. I don't believe she enjoyed the torture, especially considering the extent of the damage, but on some level, a part of her had not. I'm Anna, Alan's sister. Something urgent came upand Alan couldn't make it, so he asked me to come over instead. I hopeyou don't mind?" said the dark haired vision in a honey soft voice.Kate squeeked, surprised that this vision of loveliness was even talkingto her. She quickly remembered herself and said, "I don't mind all. It'sa pleasure to finally meet you. Won't you please come in?" Anna glidedpast her into the room. The heady scent of her perfume made Kate blush.She felt her knees might. I watched as bestI could as they came into sight now and then as my viewwas sometimes blocked by the other couples on thefloor. The guy was helping himself to feeling her arseand tits. Even sliding his hand inside her skirt toplay with her shaved pussy. The fact that she had nopanties on made this easy for him to get completeaccess to her pussy and I am sure he was finger-fuckingher again. I could see she was really turned on as shestarted to kiss him there in the middle of the floor.They were. ”She turned about, feet to my face, and swung her wide hips and lovely leg over me, on her hands and knees now, straddling my face. She lowered her pussy onto my waiting mouth.“Eat my cunt,” she ordered. “Suck me. Make me cum, girlfriend.”I raised my head, lifting my face into her waiting cunt, and Bobby slipped a pillow under it, so I could comfortably bury my face in my girlfriend’s vagina. I felt a warm glow of gratitude. My husband keeps finding new ways to show how much he loves me.Then I.