As I walked over to the lab, I felt my shorts droop down a little. I looked down at my shorts and knew immediately what the pocket knife had been used...for. The string had been cut and removed, leaving me, once again, in loose shorts. My eyes widened as I realized that a pocket knife could be used to do more than just cutting of a string. I used my hands and pressed down on the front of my shorts, over my pussy. I gasped and went to a dark corner and pushed down my shorts to my knees. The sneaky. Her ears then perked at the sound of a bottle opening before a cold sensation traveled up and down her back."What's the safe word?" Kiandra asked before she began to smooth her hands over Alana's back, spreading the liquid that began to warm and moisturize her supple skin."You're serious? Diamond?" Kiandra scoffed before she climbed on top of Alana and lowered into her view on her side. Her box braids being the first thing Alana could see before her face and placed a tender kiss against Alana's. He did the same with my other leg; nothing. He came ever so close; within an inch or two. I could feel light tremors coursing through my legs and up through my butt and into my tummy. Pete covered me with the blanket again and asked me to turn over on to my back. I was a little disappointed. I expected more.Pete started on my hands and arms this time; then went to my shoulders and neck. It felt nice and relaxing. He peeled the blanket down exposing my breasts for all to see. He applied the oil. Just going, and leaving him a note, had crossed her mind. But it was untidy, he mightn’t find the note right away, then what sort of fuss would he cause when she didn’t come home. No, now she’d told him. It was all done. She picked up her cup and drew another sip through her lips, parted as little as necessary to receive the warm liquid. ‘You are moving out, and taking your things, and selling the apartment.’ Raymond said slowly. He didn’t feel hungry anymore, and pushed the menu aside. Was.