You stopped seeing your tomboyish best friend as just a friend and started seeing her as a woman. She had a full figure; tight ass, round, perky breas...s, and curvy hips. Her green eyes are enchanting, and the freckles on her face are cute. She seemed like a complete package. Yet you would feel guilty lusting after your close friend.But this was different. This feeling of missing while she was gone was something else. For the first time, you realize you harbor deeper feelings for her than you. At that he point he decides what I’m going to wear and after watching me get dressed (stroking that big cock through his shorts) he releases me into the house as a combination maid, companion and jerk off slave. He might set me off doing some straightening up and after watching me reach up and feather-dust the cabinets in my stiletto heels or bend down to get something out from under the couch while he checks out the tops of my nylons and my exposed, shaved asshole, he might just have me come. I asked her if she liked it and she just nodded. Then I asked her if she liked watching me stroke and again she just nodded. By now my lady friend was deep throating the waiter on her knees and I could tell that he was trying hard not to cum. I asked the waiter to lie down so they could have better access and he did. My lady friend was right on him with her mouth planted on his swollen member. I asked the waitress if she would like to sit on the waiters face while he gets blown. She just nodded. "Or master." Sorry Master. Um... this is just part of the role play... right?"Bridget asks, clearly not wanting to be trapped like this.He shrugs. "Hurry up. Or I'll have to buy a second plus pill and you'llboth be stuck..." he warns.Steve wouldn't make either of you take a plus pill. You're reasonablycertain of that. But it is an interesting fantasy. Trapped with breastsand pussy, a woman... you find yourself rather enjoying the thought.Still it was only a thought. You had a life. You weren't.