She carefully blended the boy that wanted out with the girl who wanted a smooth evening, and came away a geeky, clumsy, self-effacing girl with oddly ...mooth and erotic undertones. Yes, now she was prepared. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked. She had looked perplexed for several minutes, and he had become concerned that he’d done something wrong. He was as bad as the boy in her head. She smiled. ‘Don’t worry about it, Chryse. Just logistics of some totally unrelated things. I need to relax and stop. Cindy was a model type with 5-10 tall knock out body, about 120lbs, and nice and very firm 34C tits. She had shoulder length sandy blonde hair and wonderful blue eyes. At the time this story happened, she was 24 and I was 32. Cindy and I had been going out for a 3 months. One night we were at an adult toy store and she asked why guys were going into the back. I told her about the arcade and explained what went on back there. She got a devilish look and asked if women go back there, I. Mmmuuuumph, mmphh!" again she cried. "What are you doing?" Makes you look more like a damsel in distress, which, by the way, you are at the moment."He turned, after giving her one more look over, and disappeared into the warehouse, leaving her alone to ponder her plight."How stupid I've been." she thought to herself. "I've got to try and get free, so he won't win." She tried and tried, but it was impossible. Keith had bound her too well. She was in this for the duration, or until he tired of. ..all of it!" I said grasping my long thick pecker and shaking it threateningly at them."Ok, OK! Here's the rest of the story, Mark." said my still embarrassed fiancee, rubbing her already well-fucked ass while uneasily eying my prick."One night my first husband and I had been out on the town and gotten really drunk. Mother was visiting and offered us some weed to mellow us out. Well, one thing led to another and soon my husband had passed out in mid clinch with me. Mother and I just kept on.