” She left them on, hoping that Jack was ‘most guys’, blushing as she recalled shaving her pussy for the first time yesterday, and how she’d ...een unable to keep her hands off it ever since. In fact, she could already feel the sheer material of her panties sliding across her smooth mound, slowly soaking up her arousal until she could almost smell it. “This is a mistake.” She told herself as she touched up her lip gloss in the rearview mirror before pulling out of her driveway, doing her best. Amy got on all fours and crawled across the living room with Tracy, who continuously tugged on her with the leash. Tracy led her into a hallway just right of the kitchen. They entered the first door on the left, which was Tracy’s room.The room was simple and neat. There was a bed in the center, with a grey metallic bed frame, and adorned with a small wooden bedside table. The room was desolate otherwise, save for a sliding closet and a large window.“Get on the bed, honey,” ordered Tracy. She. The two girls blinked a little as the back doors opened the large shape of the Boss blocking most of the smog thick daylight."Where are we?" Stacey asked in a nervous voice."You don't need to know." He responded pulling at Debbie's arm helping her out. "All you need to remember is do what you're told and you'll be home before dusk."Debbie wrestled a little her eyes glaring with hatred. The Boss pushed her through the door the Mask bringing Stacey behind." You think you're so special don't ya?". When the time came, I took my lady's hand as Eric Clapton, Wonderful Tonight, filled the room. I swear it was chosen just for her. It never ceased to amaze me, when I was in her arms, everything and everyone seemed to disappear to leave us alone, even in a crowded room.The music ended, the crowds reappeared but the night had all but finished. She stayed in my arms, long after the lights were on. Kissing her gently, my hands resting lightly on her hips, others invaded our moment as the suits all.