Her concerns from the night before jumped to the forefront until she smelled the coffee brewing and heard the shower. Slipping on a pair of silky shor...s and nothing else, Shay trudged barefoot to the kitchen. She usually wore as little clothes as necessary in the climate controlled private apartment. Sitting on a stool at the counter, hot coffee in her hand she waited for Kent. When he came out of the bathrom wrapped in a towel, hair wet and spiky, he was headed for the bedroom until he noticed. I hear his moan through the wall. I lave my tongue on his swollen head, then take more into my mouth. I can barely get half of it in, but I move my head up and down on it. My hand still strokes the half I can’t service with my lips. I feel every vein and cord of his cock with my lips. I moan on his thick cock, as my lips move up and down on it’s girth.I reach down and finger my wet pussy, his pussy, as my hard nipples abraid against the wall of the booth. I try to take his cock down my throat,. But when she jumped aboard with her deer-hide sack of tools and memorabilia (but no clothes as neither women regarded them as essential), she was surprised to find that her lover hadn’t joined her. ‘Demure!’ Glade hissed. ‘Where are you?’ ‘Here,’ said Demure from the shore where she was securing another raft for herself and not one that belonged to her. It was Glade who was usually careless of property rights. After all, ownership wasn’t a concept she’d ever been aware of before she came to. You push me back onto the bed and tell me to just lay back and relax. As you lean over to plant a kiss on my lips, I get an even better look down your blouse and into your cleavage. The planned distraction works, as you slip the loop of a scarf around my right wrist. With that arm tied down your reach over and do the same to my left wrist. As I try to move my arms I realize you must have tied the other end to the bed frame before I awoke this morning. Now that I can’t move my hands, you sit on.