Well, she had run into an old school friend that she has always had a crush on and asked if she could pursue him, and I fully encouraged her. The next...day she said she had invited him over Friday night to catch up and have a few drinks. My cock was immediately hard.She was still apprehensive, but I put her mind at ease and told her to do whatever her heart and pussy desired. Friday came and she was in the tub when I got home, shaving and primping and smiling. I told her I would leave and go to. She swung back the crop and hit the girl again, in perfect cadence, and the dance was livelier, the scream still muffled but more frantic, and the blonde started whipping the appealing butt in front of her, regularly, in a rhythm the shackled girl soon matched, raising her butt toward the blow in concert with the swing. Suddenly the blonde stopped, walked up to the swinging girl and grabbed her tits from behind and gave a vicious twist to the nipple clamps. Red welts covered her behind and. I called Jake after I dropped Suzie off at home. He was a bit pissy that I never called him last night. I explained what happened between Suzie and I and what Suzie and I wanted to do with him tonight. His mood rapidly improved. I told Jake to meet us at my place at 8pm that night. He agreed, and thanked me. I went home and cleaned my place up. I put out fresh towels, new candles, and more condoms. Around 7:45 the bell rang. I answered the door to Jake, wearing a huge smile on his. She kept saying, "Oh, my God, oh, my God! So good, so good! Oh, my God!"She turned her head and looked up at Lou. "Is it always this good?" she asked.Lou looked at me, reached out and touched my cheek. "When you love someone, believe it or not, it's even better," she said.Tricia sighed and said, "If it gets even better than that, how do people survive it?" Well, it is called 'le petite mort', 'the little death'," said Lou.They both looked at me, expectantly. "I'm ready," said Tricia.I moved up.