Suddenly, there is no world, no muggers and rapists, no streets, no apartments, no bedrooms, and no beds. There’s only her, and me, and the constant...streaming pleasure and power and energy between us, like bolts of electricity traveling up lightning rods. She sets a furious pace, and I’m up to the challenge, our combined sweat dripping down onto the covers, the bed springs begrudgingly accepting every blow as her hips crash into mine. When her abdomen and back can take no more, she flattens. We just want Mom and you to have a good life together and we want to get to know you better. So, let me clear this up right off ... you're totally in love with my mother ... our mother, right?" I asked the tall, elegant blonde."Yes, I am. I'm absolutely committed to her, too. I'm not interested in other women ... or men, just in your mother. I'm going to be faithful to her, just as she will be to me. I am bisexual, but that doesn't mean that I will cheat or ask her for permission to fool. “Based on what we talked about earlier I got you four different sets of hats and shirts, as I figured you’d be changing them through a sequence of stops.”“You guessed right, but I can’t carry around this big shopping bag. It’d be too obvious.”“I got increasing sizes on the shirts so they can be put one on top of the other. Plus, you can fold all the hats, but one, into a pocket. Then, as you take off a shirt or hat either throw it in the trash, or hide it your pocket. In fact, I’d place some of. Sara was naked, of course, except for the black, studded collar, which forced her to keep her head up. She was kneeling up on the bed, with her knees apart, with her panties binding her hands behind her again, and I alternated playing with either her clit or massaging her G-spot. Whenever the heroine pretended to have an orgasm, I switched. And whenever the heroine wasn’t being used, sexually, such as for the so-called dialog, I stopped.If Sara seemed to be getting close to cumming, I stopped.