Were both a couple of fucking sluts and doesnt it feel fab? Who cares if were perverts, it beats being fucking normal and boring. Now where is this di...do? Grace jumped to her feet, grabbed my hand, and led me to her room. I wasnt surprised to see pink and purple walls and posters of Justin Beiber. She went over to her cabinet and opened the bottom draw. It was full or dildos, vibrators, strap-ons and a few nipple clamps. Now where did I put it? Grace said, searching through the draw AHH! Here. She was sending too many conflicting signals. He suddenly realized she wanted to do this, but was on the verge of being terrified. He had to do something, but he was still worried.He stood up, his knees working again."Come here." he said.She looked startled, but took a timid step toward him. He kept his eyes on her face, hard as that was. He didn't try to cover his erection, but she was looking at his face.When she took only a baby step more he stepped toward her and reached up to slide his. Just a fantasy. Mistress Terie had used me for a few months online and here I was at her feet. Kneeling, mouth open wearing a thong and a strapon harness... "Only speak when spoken to. This is my friend Maria. She is beautiful and you will serve her however she wishes. Do you understand?" Yes Mistress Terie." Do you understand?" Yes Mistress Terie."Mistress Terie grabbed my hair and yanked my head back as she spit into my open, gaped mouth. It was sudden I was shocked. She kept hold of my hair. You body is slick with perspiration. Your skin is flushed and your muscles primed, pumped with blood as your heart is still pounding from your run. Your white exercise top follows the curves of your back and breasts beautifully. Your tight black short pants, very short pants, cup and hug you butt, you tight and perfect butt. Your legs, lean and smooth, slip into your white gym shoes. You glance at yourself in the mirror. You like what you see. You look like an athlete, a hot athlete. Your body.