How the fuck had he? Her wondering thought was pulled up short when she got a look at what was hovering between her spread legs. Shhhhiitttttt. It wa... a luridly pink, semi-rigid feather, playfully bouncing in place, already lightly dampened with her stolen moisture. Depending on how long he took to— It darted in again, but this time aimed for her inner thigh, and it didn’t leave immediately. It whirled and darted over her trapped flesh and she squirmed desperately, trying not to giggle. Damn. I had wondered if he would even want to touch me after what I had just told him. It gave me hope.I added, "Here we are together ... and I'm telling you the biggest secret I have ever told anyone. I want you to know it all, too. If we're going to have a future, I can't hide this from you. I don't want you hating me years from now when you would find out. And you know you would."Mark just lay there for a few moments before saying anything.He then asked, "I do want to know one thing. Are you and. "After it happened, we had a very long talk. And then we left on awkward terms. I'd spent time with her sister, I'd gone out with Amanda a number of times, and Miranda and I hadn't spoken in almost three weeks. Until one night when she called.We talked for a half hour. She invited me over. I went to her house. It was empty except for her. And no discussion of what'd happened before. I asked. She didn't give an answer. She just avoided it. And then it happened. Again.Miranda and I ended up in. Usually, it's for a night or something like that, but I needed to get some work done while having her around to serve me. Friday, she arrived when I asked her too, and had already shown up dressed up in a tight top, skirt and heels like a good slut ready to go. The best part, she was already wearing a collar with my name on it. When I closed the door, she reached for my cock right away, but I led her to my desk. I didn't want to get too distracted already.I sat down naked at my desk, kicked my.