I wiggled into comfortable cotton panties and a basic bra, pulled on a long thin cowl-necked sweater over black tights and a red tank top. One of my b...rgains with myself was that hiding the collar was outside the rules. I looked like my casual self, but there was no hiding the deep black and gleaming steel of it around my neck.I purposefully left the key at home, grabbed my bag, and head out into the bright light of day.At first, I kept my eyes downcast, not wanting to meet the glances that. Matt and Nathan discovered this on Wednesday morning about nine o’clock in their living room, when they met with two reporters from The Courier – Dean Atkins and Willow Mendez, both introduced as seasoned staff in their thirties who seemed to know exactly what they wanted. Tracy sat at the edge of the group to assist with anything they needed after serving coffee in The Circle’s living room.Willow appeared the more senior of the two, so she started the interview with introductions, outlined. As I followed her over, she stopped in front of the workbench and bent over, leaning her upper body down onto the surface, and resting her head on her crossed arms. Not surprisingly, her negligee rose up and her bare bottom was revealed for my eyes only. She spread her legs provocatively, and wiggled her behind at me, giggling in anticipation of what might happen next.I moved in toward her, my head and cock throbbing in unison. I realized how lucky I was to have this vision of beauty asking. An hour later, she called me n we talked and that was when she told me that her parents left and they’re not gonna be back for awhile. I took this as a sign that “hey! She wants to fuck…” I instantly got hard n tried to control myself but thought with my cock first before anything else. I went over and my heart was racing because I was about to have sex with my best friend. Or was I? When I got there, she opened the door for me n went inside. We chat for a bit and asked how long her parents.