Yes Jessie. You're really not a girl?"I started to get up. "Wait, please. Let that idea, I mean to say, don'tleave Jessie."I shifted slightly and look...d into her eyes and then sat again. Ilooked back to Darra.She pursed her lips. "I'm a little unsure Jessie,"Without her eyes leaving mine she slowly reached across the table to myhand."Yet I'm more open minded than most, especially most lesbians who livein the mid-west."She lightly placed her hand atop mine. "You definitely fooled me."I pulled. I break our stare and look at her beautiful clean shaven wet pussy lips. I moan softly and lean forward again. I touch my tongue to her pussy lips and slowly lick her slit. She shudders."Emily..." She moans out my name softly. I moan back and grip her hips firmly and dive into her delicious pussy. She moans loudly as my tongue slides across her clit. I flick her clit over and over again. She reaches down and tangles her hands in my brown curls as she pushes me deeper into her wetness. I groan. I asked if there is anyone of her friends whom I could ask to help her. Her friend works in the second shift, so she is not available.She then showed some expressions of pain. I asked if I can bring balm or some spray. She guided me to a wooden chest where it was kept. Until now, I didn’t think about the sequence of events that happened between us. But now, some feelings started creeping in my mind.I thought to try my luck today but still wasn’t clear of what she is feeling. I decided to go. This went up to the ceiling rafter and over a pulley there. At the other end of this strap from her nipples, dangling just a few feet in front of the girl, was a metal weight. It rested no more than an inch above a box with a metal plate on its top. In fact, if the girl weren’t leaning back and away, her taut breasts pulling at the strap, the weight would rest on the box. The girl arched herself backward, trembling, struggling to keep the weight away from the box. She had good reason to. From.