I decided not to play rough as she seemed to have a sharp pocket knife in her hand. “Hey Jane, nice to know you keep stuff from me,” I said, anywa.... “Oh Rachel…come here you babydoll,” she said, walking over to me and giving me a hug, her arms draping over me, to cup the bottom of my asscheeks, which were bared under the shorts. I instantly broke into tears, her act of warmth having some kind of effect on me. “How could you do this to me, Jane? Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked her, choking on. Faith in a loving God. Faith that as I have wished – that we would someday meet again, and that we would one day become one, again – you have also wished… I can remember the way you soothed away my fears, my tears, and my hopelessness. I remember when we would stand together among classmates or churchmates, and we did not care what they thought about us. I remember your fingers wiping away tears that I could never explain. You made me want to live. I remember your kiss more than anything else.. He smiled as he saw various panties and bras, mainly in whites, flowery pattern and pastel colours. Not the wardrobe of a typical dominatrix. He couldn’t see a spare key and with hands cuffed behind his back could only use his face to search the drawer. Her scent was beautiful and he lost himself for a few moments with his face buried in material. However there was no spare key, Hannah must have taken them all with her. Knowing that there was no way to get free from the overly tight cuffs, he. “Hey Fiona,” he whispered back with a smile, turning to look down into her lustrous brown eyes. “’Sup?” “I was just thinking… ever heard of the Mile High Club?” Choking back laughter, he asked without thinking, “You sure you can afford the membership fee?” The brunette’s mouth widened in an alluring smile that told him she got the joke and wasn’t going to hold it against him. As well she might, the suggestion _was_ atypical of the slender brunette’s personal mores. Sex outside of the house had.