Y'all need to let them do that for you."I didn't feel like arguing the point, but there was something else thatneeded to be said. "Chelsea ... I don't...know how to say this, but ... but Ijust want to thank you for keeping my secret to yourself. You didn't haveto do that ..."She stepped closer so our faces were nearly touching. "'Course I had to dothat, honey. Who you are behind closed doors is your own business - nobodyelse's. An' I never blab about other people's private affairs - that. Everyone shunted up, introductions were made and Ebony and I sat opposite each other. I turned to Lucy’s man and said, “So Darren, Lucy tells me that you’re a mega rich football star on theverge of a call-up to the England squad. You really must come and see us in the shop sometime.”He replied sheepishly, “I don’t think so Candy. A guy like me browsing in a store selling frilly knickers and vibrator’s might get my face into the papers for all the wrong reasons.”Ebony sipped her drink and said,. No she was apparently fine. Looking her over I couldn’t agree more I thought. ‘Right lets go up to the bedroom then’ I suggested. I showed Amy the way and followed her up the stairs noting how well her perfect arse looked in her tight jeans. ‘Stop it’ I thought as I felt my cock starting to stir again. Amy asked if I could pay her now as she found it usually worked out better that way. Not really getting what she was hinting at I nevertheless handed over the cash. Amy then asked if she could. CRACK! I moan into the pillow. You unwrap the belt, trace it along my back, over my shoulder, you reach under me tearing the buttons from my dress, exposing my breasts; my nipples harden as you touch them. You wind your belt over my shoulder and under me, running between my breasts teasing each nipple with a little flick of the end of it. You wind it around me again, this time taking it around my neck, tightening it. You tug at the belt and lift me from the pillow. With one hand gripping the.