She kept her eyes on mine as I gently sucked, pulled and licked her finger.“Does that feel good?” I asked, but she did not reply; she just kept lo...king at me. I then removed the finger and opened up the palm of her hand. I began to lick every part of her palm as well as using my thumbs to massage the centre. Slowly, one by one, inserted all her fingers in my mouth. Starting with the pinkie and all the while keepingmy eyes fixed on hers as I moved each finger in and out of my mouth.“Does that. God. You must think I'm such a slut." Well, yes, I guess I do, but believe me, you're the most perfect slut I've ever met. Never change."I could tell that she didn't know if she should laugh or be angry. She decided to laugh, and I kissed her as a reward. This time the kiss had a special intimacy, and although we had just nearly destroyed ourselves on each other's bodies, there was still passion."Well, anyway, about the name thing?"She sighed. "I'm Rebecca Stewart. And, I already know your. "And with that attitude, Kyle will be the envy of the town," Charlotte put in, laughing.We laughed. Brittany's long brown hair was in a straight ponytail, and it swished between her shoulder blades when she walked. Charlotte's medium copper hair was straight, partially pulled back. We all looked really good, with our slight hints of body glitter, amazing perfume, and gorgeous outfits."Girls, are we ready?" I asked, putting a hand in the middle."Totally," Charlotte put her hand on mine."You. I let it run until it finished.She sat looking at the final frame of the film for what seemed like forever."That's—“"Our living room," I said."I don't get it. I was led out of a dungeon... was the living room a film set?" No," I said. "The dungeon was a film set. Some stagehands that Guy knows built it in my office. Want to see?"I stood up. "Shall I take the chain off?" No don't. Adrian,” she said, hesitating, her face a question in every muscle. “Did you... did you set this up?" Guilty as.