She seemed ditzy at first but there's cleverness in her sense of humor. I end up liking her more than I meant to. There are two or three moments where...I could take the plunge and risk a kiss, but I don't. My reasoning is that if I do, I'd be obligated to stay longer, and I want to leave early. It's the kind of innocuous decision that I can passively judge myself for, but also allow.When the most sober guy in the group offers a ride to the people leaving early, I join in. I leave the club before. The three of us were beginning to get concerned that was becoming addicted to being restrained. When we asked, she said she was fine, but she really loved the freedom being restrained gave her. I got a headache thinking about it, until I realized she was right. We were locked up each night, and as soon as the cells were closed, there was a sort of secure feeling. Saturday we were told to shower and, except for Jennifer, were given the clean clothes we had brought with us in the van. She got. But by the pool that day, I found out that Carl’s cock was even bigger – a full 12 hard inches – and I had been swept away by the enormity of it. None-the-less, after Carl had hammered me to multiple orgasms with his huge prick, I had told him that it was a one-time thing between us. He didn’t exactly agree, per se, but he seemed to accept it.Over the next few days leading up to the wedding on Saturday, Carl still managed to cop a feel whenever we were in proximity to each other. In the. Her full lips were wet and thoroughly licked as a bit of his semen had dripped on the corner of her mouth. He stared at her as her fingertip gathered his semen and her mouth sucked at the finger cleaning it. The image was haunting and surreal. Her blue steel gaze seemed softer now, lost in the pleasure of the moment. She ran her fingers over his shaft and found he was once again almost fully aroused. He watched her stand up, with a sense of helplessness and want, her pale body blending with.