She continued to the back of the store where she spied more provocative items — leatherwear, corsets, bustiers. There was a world of possibility her..., each item unleashing visions of potential. As Abby strolled through the store, she found herself surprisingly engaged where a few months before she would have been mortified, shuddering at the symbolism of such items — submission, degradation, objectification. Now she now considered the impact that such outfits would have on George. Would they. "We are also being recorded so that there will be no argument about what we agree to. Is that okay? You can tell me if you would rather talk to the police, and I will stop this interview right now."At the mention of the word police, she visibly slumped in her chair and drew her knees up to her chest."Would you rather talk to the police?" I asked again.She didn't say anything and so I got up as if to leave the room."Natty, I guess I will call the police then, please wait here."At that I started. "Mmm Mmm," said Michelle, as Denise continued, then stoped for a minute."Girl, you got the best tongue action in captivity." Want some more?" Please!"They locked lips again and continued kissing.The phone rang."Shit," said Denise, answering it, with Michelle, easing out from under her to go to the bathroom. It turned out to be one of many crank calls."What's up Denise?" asked Michelle, returning."Oh nothing. Just another crank call." Could be Susan." Oh her."She got back on top of Michelle,. Yuka was using her dildo on me, and I couldn't help but imagine where the dildo had been. In my mind, an image formed of her using it on herself, stroking it in and out, using it for what it was intended to be used for. I had a hard time imagining that shy little Yuka even owned a dildo, much less was capable of using it like she was."How's it going down there?" She broke my concentration with a question, asking it as she waved my cock back and forth with the dildo, pushing it from one side and.