Body slightly thickened through the middle, but well muscled for all that.He released her.“Now get your eyes back down. I said you could look, bitch... Not stare.”The slight chastisement of his voice made her even wetter. He stooped to open the black gym bag he had dropped in the hall. Out came the toys: the wide cuffs for her wrists, the wider ones for her ankles, the even wider ones that would fit her thighs. These she saw in the corner of her eyes as he rooted them out of the bag. Other toys,. I've met them.Not only were they freckled to the point of unreality, as though the small bronze spots were the basic building blocks of their faces, but the two of them were identical. Not just genetically, but intellectually, aesthetically, motivationally. And then they had something really interesting. It was as though they shared a thoughtstream, a consciousness. Not physically, but philosophically Siamese, a living mindmap.I'd known Alice and Olive since we were all innocent. Hell, we. She would tell me stories that guys would call and come over, then her and the younger guys would usually walk down the street to the park. She would just kiss, let them grab her tits and give them handjobs. When she started going on car dates with older guys they would go alot further! Sometimes taking her back to their apartments, she was very young at the time and dating guys about 4-10 years older than her! Dianne said she would give them blowjobs, never fucking but letting them finger. "Really - the fact that you've warmed my bed for the last five years has nothing to do with it?" he asked as hauled Smeralda into his arms."No longer, Marshall!" Smeralda told him angrily, before jerking out of his arms and returning to the table."You think you can turn your back on five years of intimacy?" he angrily thundered."Five years of giving you for free what I should have been charging!" Smeralda shouted back.Rachel held her head in her hands."Is this normal?" Sergio whispered in her.