“Erica!” Amita gasped out as her friend’s bikini top hit the floor.“Oh Amita, lighten up. You took yours off too,” she pointed out.I smirked... leaned further back into the beanbag chair, and folded my hands behind my head. “Not like I object,” I contributed.That was an understatement on my part. In spite of myself, there was a hard-on sticking up from my pants like a flagpole, and Erica definitely noticed it.“I bet he doesn’t object,” sighed Amita. She arched her back a little, her nipples. Her hips began to squirm and move as her finger teased the clit through the thin covering. She must have heard my breathing change, because she turned her head toward me and opened her beautiful brown eyes. My eyes were drawn to her soft kissable lips as the tip of her tongue licked the sweat from her upper lip. I raised my upper body to my elbows and watched closely as she spread her legs slightly. The skimpy material seemed to suck into her soaking wet cunt baring the naked lips on both. Now, it was time to really get kinky!!!!We both lay back on the bed when Michelle said “lay me face down on the bed, spread my arms and legs to all four corners of the bed, and use the ropes and cuffs to tie me up firmly”. I found the ropes and cuffs and soon Michelle was firmly tied to all four corners of the bed. I didn’t know what was coming next. She was panting with excitement in anticipation of what would follow. She said there’s some white cream on the nightstand take it and coat my ass. The last few drawings were dated from five months before, around the time that the old man had said that Olu disappeared. This made me even more curious. Why did he leave so quickly, again? Where did he go, was he still in London? I sat on my bed, aching to know these things, and at the same time, trying to find a way to keep searching for him. My search for Olu had begun to distract me, Anna noticed that I was practicing less and wandering about the city streets more. She accused me of being.