I push the shirt off your shoulders, you straighten your arms and it floats to the floor and I kiss you again. You shiver as your back comes into cont...ct with the cold metal of the fridge door and you involuntarily try to step forward, but I am there, crushing you back to the door. I feel your breasts on my chest through the material of your bra. I hear you moan as my hand ventures south once more, slowly exploring your navel and beyond. I feel you squirm in anticipation and my hand stops. Her coffee is in the tall glass, black with cream floating on top. Just as it was when I came in from the freezing garden.My coffee is in the plastic mug, just black, once again. Could that be a toe-hold for me? Stimulation from the caffeine to help me hold my ground?She puts the black box on the table between us. It could almost be a jewellery box. To me it looks ominous. Threatening. I am expecting something dreadful to crawl out from it. She drinks and watches. I drink and watch the box. She. ..I immediately looked at my breasts then and looked for some difference. My mom laughed and said to Harriet, "He didn't notice his lack of an Adams apple why do you think he would notice his breasts?" (WHAT?)Now this was getting too much! I didn't notice anything different about my breasts! They sure didn't look like a teenage girls breasts and were a far cry different than theirs! (Of course I had never seen their breasts uncovered.) I had seen them both in bras and panties before. I had. ”She pushed everything off one of the beds and we pulled it away from the wall. She stripped off the cover and pillows and just left a sheet. I led Julie onto the bed and put her ass right at the end of the bed with her knees bent and her feet almost touching the floor. Jenn went into her bag again. It was starting to feel like that bag was bottomless. She pulled out four shackles. They were pretty soft but they would do. We shoved a couple of pillows under Julie’s lower back so that her cunt.