Not that I wanted to. She moved her lips to my ear."Thank you." Just that, nothing more. Nothing more was needed.And then the old Sally was back. She ...as in control, sure of herself, feisty, my lover, my equal.It wasn't rocket science. But this much I had figured out: When she was bound, I was in total control. She didn't even want a safe-word. She had had to explain what that was to me later. When she was free, we were equals. We both agreed we could live with that. Even better, I got to. "They kissed lightly then passionately. He fondled a large breast as he stuck his tongue into her mouth, meeting hers. She groped him between the legs."Oh my, Timmy!" she exclaimed."I'm not fully hard yet, Sandra."She was all softness, he realized almost in a delirium, her arms, her belly, her thighs: not fat, just soft. He buried his face between her large breasts and shuddered in anticipation, as Sandra cooed to him and petted his head."Are you eager to come, Timmy? Do you want to get the. At first, however, she and Marie were merely friends. Marie was very quiet and self-conscious about her poor English, so it took awhile for Jessica to get her to open up and talk about herself. Marie was from a small town in the south of France and she had come to the U.S. partly to study art, but also to escape an unpleasant home situation. Her father was abusive and her mother too afraid to do anything about it, and while he had never ****d her, he had sent her to the hospital on one. He nodded. “What do you like to watch?” asked Mrs. Joshi. Sanjay just looked down. Mrs. Joshi asked “Feeling shy?” “Hmm” responded Sanjay. Mrs. Joshi unbuttoned her gown to expose her cleavage again. She asked Sanjay, “Do you like to see this?” Sanjay looked at her cleavage and nodded. “Do you feel like touching it?” asked Mrs. Joshi. Sanjay looked at her with a question mark on his face. She said “Go ahead!” Sanjay’s hands were shaking. He put his hand on her exposed chest. Mrs. Joshi held his.