The very thought of bondage registered in my brain when I played with my friends and they hold me and tickle my body(I was very ticklish), this create... some sort of familiarization with the thought of being tied up. When I got older, my friends and I would do some dares and bet on who will win; these dares included surviving in mild bondage without crying or asking for help. Children as we were the ropes would be tied very loosely and I would get sad almost every time because I escaped their. ” Cindy turned to face Jan, placing her hands upon her the firm buttocks before her. Jan re-ciprocated the move, bowing her head and kissing Cindy’s neck. The two women pressed their lips together, opened their mouths and engaged tongues. Feeling aroused, they began running their hands up and down one another’s backs, Cindy unclipping her friend’s bra, gliding her hands up to her shoulders and slipping the straps down. As a surge of lust assault-ed her. Jan, with one hand inside Cindy’s. The doorbell just had to be broken. The perfect start to my first paid modeling gig. With another quavering sigh, she reached up and rapped the door with her knuckles. The door was massive, thick mahogany; it went well with the equally massive Tudor mansion, the vast house she was standing in front of. The wood was cold; it hurt her fingers to knock. In frustration, she started pounding with the heel of her palm. When the door opened suddenly, she stepped back, surprised. . “Definitely,” she responded instantly, never breaking eye lock. “Then go and get it. Now.” I released her arms and crossed my own with a little half grin. She smiled back for a minute, and then turned and walked briskly inside. This gave me a chance to get my breath for a minute. My own hands were starting to shake with desire, I so wanted to just bury myself inside her. But I wanted to give her (and myself) an experience to remember forever, as it would probably be the only chance we would.