I loved the sex, but it wasn’t fulfilling. Petey, when you and I would do 69 it was a wonderful thing. It was sweet and loving. I didn’t feel that...again until I was with James,” Deb spoke quietly, “and I felt it again when I was with Kristy.”I sat there listening to the true confessions coming out of the mouths of my sister and her husband. I looked at Kristy. Her eyes were red, and now she was fighting to not cry.“Pete, I’m sorry. I cheated. I can’t and won’t deny it.” Kristy finally spoke.. You stare at me with your hands on your hips, catching your breath. “Why did you sneak up on me?” I say, “I thought it would be fun and I couldn’t pass up an opportunity like that.” "An opportunity for what? To scare me or see my boobs?" I respond confidently, “Both!” You giggle and lightly punch me. I playfully push you and you push me harder. Before I know it, we are locked in mock wrestling, I use my strength to guide us to the bed and you crash onto your back. I climb on top, but you. Since my rabbit was a source of comfort for me when John was away, he sometimes brought me a pack of batteries in a little gift box.When John's birthday approached, we were disappointed to learn that he would be spending the few days prior, out of town on one of his increasingly annoying trips. I was upset at first, but I said that I would make the evening of his birthday, after he arrived home, very, very special. I wouldn't say anything more about what I had planned. Whenever he asked, I. "Please."He frowned, and his voice grew stern. "Very well, slave. But remember you asked for it." He kissed her. "Now, little one, get inside before you cost me any more money."She smiled at him and left in a rush. It waited as she fumbled with the lock and keys. Only after she had shut the door behind her, did the cab pull away. Short moments later, she closed the door to her apartment and flipped on the lights. A sticky note next to the switch told Kristen that her roommate would be at her.