It seemed that she was in the front corner room, in my mind it was up the stairs and to the left. The worst thing that could happen I thought was for...her to spot me when I was halfway up the staircase so I decided to wait.I was still thinking on my next move, when the sounds changed. It was strange but the sounds told me that she was not staying upstairs. It made it easier for me, stay right where I was and she will walk right into a nice surprise greeting. Did not have to wait long, the next. But we never dated…at least not officially. If I needed a date somewhere, she was always on stand-by and vice versa. But she’d chat up girls I was dating in support of me, never once telling anyone that she and I fucked around when we got bored. It was a good friendship. When I got home, I was sweaty, sore, tired, and the last thing I really wanted to do was write a paper for a class that I wasn’t in. But what was I going to do? Bail out on her with no notice? So I cleaned myself up and took a. I take adeep sniff, but I can not recognize her scent. Her pussy is wet, butthat doesn't help me identify her. I lick and suck her until shecontentedly pushes me away. Then with a whisper she asks if I know whoshe is.I admit that I don't know, and have to take a guess. I guess Cathy.Everyone giggles and while I am still kneeling, I can feel someoneholding my chin and applying lipstick to me. Then I am made to stand,still blindfolded and bound, and I am put over someone's lap. I hear. .besides, you might want to work on your voice a little before you gotalking to anyone but me. It kinda spoils the illusion, if you know whatI mean."He had a point, both about the tuna and the voice. While so busythinking about my actions and body language, I hadn't given a thought tothe pitch of my voice. There hadn't been any need up until now.Obviously putting on a falsetto was a bad idea, I decided to try outsomething a little breathy, sultry perhaps."Is this any better?"Nick spluttered.