..” I replied, not really understanding what was going on. “But why are you unbuttoning your pants?” I asked, intrigued and slighly worried. Sal...y laughed again and completely unzipped her crotch zip.“What’s going on?” she said, laughing again. “What’s going on is that you’re going to pay for what you’ve done by serving me and pleasing me. But if you think for one second that you’re going to get any pleasure or release out of this, you’re dead fucking wrong, perv.”“But ... how is that good for. "Kara, that was not a nice thing you did to me. At the very least you could have warned me," I said trying to stay calm.It wasn't working. I felt violated and betrayed that my supposed friend would allow that to happen. Kara saw I was mad and apologized.I could see her side of it. She was constantly being hit on by people on photo shoots. It only made sense she would pick someone who would not be interested in her.I asked, "Just tell me he is good. Because I'm not putting up with several days. However, i alwaysliked to see my toenails covered with some fun colours.After painting all my toenails, i thought about removing the towel. I was alone anyway and no family member would disturb me today, i thought. This was not the firsttime i was naked and alone, but i was never so calm. There were no thoughts crossing my mind. I was living in the moment.This feeling of being naked and alone was so liberating. I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath.Then i got up and stood in front of my. Like my clit, my nipples poked out hard into the hot air I was making in the room. My free hand found one of my firm protrusions and squeezed. My hard nipple rubbed against my palm and sent the ripple of my raging orgasm further through my body. It needed release. Vigorously, I began to hover over the bedpost, penetrating myself with it rapidly. My internal moisture dampened it even more letting my pussy slide over it in fast strokes. My engorged lips wrapped tightly around the indentation each.