From the box, she took the envelope of Lady Warrior pictures and the chest strap she had worn. The negatives had rested in a safe deposit box for many...years.Riffling through the pictures one by one, she had trouble seeing the last ones because of the tears in her eyes. Then, she stood and stripped. With hands shaking slightly, she put on the chest strap, almost dislocating her arm trying to fasten it in the back, but failing.After stamping her foot and yelling from frustration, she tried again. I gave her a little pat on the arm, as a good girl gesture. She settled back.My friend had to order the little girl Squats! As deep as you can get! Slowly the girl complied - nervously bending her knees.No doubt she saw that three pairs of eyes were fixed on her crotch area - for the tall girl was watching closely too. Slowly she went down and we saw the brown hair fringing her fanny and saw a pair of plump outer lips. The outer lips were pale, and slowly parted to reveal dark, meaty inner. She liked it a lot. So that became an option for us, with adequate lube, in future sessions.The strangest thing happened, after our anal adventure. She began to love what I can only call 'rough sex.' I'd pinch and pull at her nipples. Once, when I had her on her back, above me, she was leaning back against my torso as I plundered her ass. I was stroking or maybe she was, and I slapped her pussy. She erupted. More, more, she said. And that began to be a regular thing with us. Me slapping her. I am his for tonight, his for the taking. My heart pounds heavily and mylegs are not easy to control, especially taking into account those thin, highheels I?ve put on to look like a proper slut. My man waves at his friend standing at theother end of the room and I see him smiling back, nodding and following us upthe stairs. Oh, my God, my God, Susan, this might turn out to be more than youwagered for? * I slide the dildo up and down my belly now,then I push it lower, between my pussy lips,.