“He's been a pain in the ass since we got here.” Said the other girl Lisa. “He hasn't left Connie or Cindy alone the whole night. Then he came a...d forced his way into the booth.” “Do you know him?” I asked. “Never saw him before tonight. We asked him to leave us alone, but he obviously hasn't left.” Cindy said. “Well, lets go see if we can crowd his style.” I offered. Cindy followed me out of the booth. I reached back for Lisa, “You don't get to sit this one out! When we get close to them, just. “Hey, what the hell are you doing?” I asked.I received no response.Twenty minutes later she had not reappeared.“Hey, what the fuck,” I yelled. “Get your ass back in here.”No response. I knew she hadn’t left because I could hear her moving around in the living room.“Are you on the phone?” I yelled. “Jesus.”This continued for another twenty minutes. I tried to free myself from the chair but it was completely hopeless. My once hard cock had shrunk into a withered little stump and I was. " The temperature of the room suddenly rose twenty-degrees. My head felt light. I was 15 at the time, and I KNEW how hot my girlfriend was. When we were at the movies together, I would always make excuses to get up, pretending to need to pee or get popcorn, when really I wanted to sneak a peek down her shirt. I never saw much--she covered up pretty well for a woman so endowed."Don't freak out, ok?" She said, sensing my excitement. "I'm wearing a bra." I didn't care. As she moved the Jets jersey. I watched as the sub put her hands on the floor to balance herself across the dom's knees. I could just see the chain as it dangled between her huge breasts. I couldn't see the clamps, but I didn't have to. I heard the sub moan every time the dom pulled the chain that connected them. The dom started to stroke those luscious cheeks. She did it lightly at first, then rougher, finally pinching them, which made the sub squirm. She could sure make her ass move. Then the first slap brought a squeal.