Youre a strong minded girl. I am. He smiled. Ill cook us some lunch, and you can tell me about your girlfriend. Can I see you in the week as well? If ...ou like. Good. I was happy. Greg had said maybe, and I was happy with that. Throughout the remainder of the day we talked about all kinds of things. I could tell that Greg found me attractive, but I also picked up on the fact that due to me being underage, he was ambivalent. Anyway, I had told him how I felt and was satisfied. The events that. He felt like reading, but didn't really think of anything that interested him. Daytime TV was trash, of course. He took the remote and turned on the VCR; maybe someone had left a tape in it that was worth watching, although the odds were that it was more of Henry's cartoons.It wasn't cartoons; it was the tape that Kirsten had made on the finish line at Sunday. He had already seen it seventeen times at least, but he watched the climactic moments once again: the teams racing across the ice,. You zip the shorts back up and I see you apply locks tot he shorts, ensuring I cannot touch myself or remove the plug. You hold out the sweat pants and sweat shirt for me to put on, and I assume you are going to be taking me somewhere -- where I have no idea.You snap the gag and blindfold onto my hood and a leash to my collar. You tug my leash and you lead me into our garage. I hear you open the back of our SUV and you tug my leash. I know it is the signal for me to crawl into the back of the. ”Jason moved her hand to where his erection was poking out of the leg of his shorts before putting his hand up under her skirt to caress her pussy.“So,” she said, her voice a little shaky, “that idea excites us both...”“Yeah,” he replied, his voice no more firm than hers.She stood and in the darkness, Jason wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing, only figuring it out when her dress landed in his lap and she sat back down.He gave a little shrug, then placed her dress on the table beside him.