"What are you staring at?" She inquired."Oh, I just could not help but notice you even have a set of handcuffs," I started, "I guess no dominatrix cos...ume is complete without them."She just giggled at first and then looked at me with a sly grin. She then proceeded to unhook the cuffs and started to play with them."Would you like to try them on?" She asked with a smile."No, that's okay," I replied, "I don't think a priest in handcuffs would look too good."I was trying to think of something. I’ve been as careful as I could the last few months, though, and picked up birth control pills when I went out scavenging for supplies,” she explained.For nearly an hour we fucked and sucked in every conceivable combination. Miriam was definitely a screamer and I had to chuckle thinking about what the women outside waiting to be interviewed had to be thinking. Her screams sounded more like she was in pain than in the throes of ecstasy and the rhythmic thumping of the bed against the bedroom. Our mothers had remained friends and had probably talked a lotabout the shifting loyalties of their kids. They didn't find itsurprising that Betty would change from one best friend to another. Thatkind of thing happens constantly. Anyway, they both thought that Bettywould probably like to rekindle her friendship with me, and my momcertainly knew that I still saw Betty as my best friend. So, they set atime to get together and after school one day I went to play withBetty."Hank grew tense with. She found a comfortable compromise with the lights and jet speed and left it. She turned the dial, which read: HEAT, almost all the way then walked off. She placed her luggage on the bed and began pulling out her clothes. Making a couple trips to the closet pole, hanging them up and hand pressing them out. She passed the wet bar and stopped in her tracks. She looked at the refrigerator and smiled. She had to take a peek. Slowly she grabbed the handle and pulled. Inside were some drinks and.