.", my hand rose and silenced her.Finally I answered her, "On your knees slave." Faint noise on the hardwood floor that told me she had complied. "Now...crawl over to the couch", a black leather Roman couch that sat by itself over to the side of the room, "and kneel upon it!" Please... ?" Thats five more slave." I finally turned about, my now holding the black leather crop that had sat upon the wide brick window sill. First thing I noticed was that she still wore here round over-sized glasses. Of. I stayed at a run until I reached the tree with the tool box attached. Giddy, exhausted from the stress and thrill, and excited beyond anything I had felt before, I masturbated until I came. I reached down and unlocked the box, gathered everything up and went back to the office, again strolling down the middle of the street. I was 15 feet past the warehouse where a crew was loading a delivery truck before I realized they were there. I shrugged and kept walking, trying to act like there was. Amy Jo gasped, from both the pain and excitement of having her boobs mauled by the strange blonde lesbian! "Ya like that, huh," she asked in rhetorical voice, not expecting an answer, "let's see how you like this," as the blonde lifted her leg, placed it on the edge of the toilet, hiked up her skirt, and bared her thickly haired bush to the young girl! "Okay slut," the blonde ordered, "on your fucking knees and eat it!!!" Amy Jo's cunt was by now a cauldron of hot juices, and the sight of the. Eventually after hours of myspacing we went up stairs into her room. Laughing and writing on her walls. Talking. I developed an interest in her which made me curious about my sexuality. She went into the basement to get a couple of her dad's beers. We sat on her bed and looked at her writing filled walls conversing. Drinking beer and having a good time. I knew she was bi at the time but I didn't know that she was into me. After hours of talking and laughing we laid down together on the bed.