Hannah was starting to get used to being naked and actually said that it felt good. After I'd asked her to come to see me again and told her that we'd...go out and have a bit of fun, she asked me what the scaffolding frame was for. I told her that it was a sort of sun-bed and suggested that she tried it. After I told her that it was quite comfortable she climbed onto it. When she started relaxing a bit I went to the top and grabbed a wrist and tied it down. It only took seconds because of the way. She crept close, tracing the edges of sensation as she brought the nerves to attention. Fingers wandered close to her sensitive folds before skittering away again; a game she played with herself. At the thought of Kim’s thumb passing over her taught nipple Jaimie finally slid her fingers into the thick wetness that had gathered between her thighs. The heat of cum on her fingers excited her. She imagined Kim’s hand pushing up under her shirt, sliding over the tight skin of her belly as it. There were leftover tourists, young business professionals and a smattering of older local residents like myself. At a table not far from me was an enormous black man dressed in an expensive, well-tailored suit sitting by himself. He stood out for his sheer size, but also had an air of importance about him. ‘Mr. Big,’ I dubbed him in my mind. It was something I did when I people watched, assigning my own nicknames. Across the other side of the dance floor was a slight, sandy haired man who. ” Jen hemmed, in response to her mother’s request, diverting a glance towards Fiona. “You’ve probably heard all about Jahn from Fiona, no need to go into all the gory details.” Mary Reed’s smile could have frozen the fires of Hell over. “No, I’d really like to know _all_ about it. Perhaps it would shed some light on this … arrangement,” she finished, gifting Jahn another shot of that penetrating stare. She got the whole story, of course. It was never in question, and both Fiona and Jen had.