“Are you alright?” I asked in concern, wondering if she almost passed out.She nodded immediately. “Yes. I just thought you might be unwilling to...touch me unless I made you.” She smiled slightly. “And I can’t easily make you when I’m handcuffed,” she teased, her smirk growing larger, before her expression turned solemn. “I can see you feel horrible about it, but I don’t think you should be. You were going to have to kill him anyway. It wasn’t like he was just going to leave us alone. He’d. I began to lose it, moaning whimpering in exctasy as his wet tongue pushed up under my balls, my fingers were in his hair as I raised one foot up resting it on his hip as I desperitely tried to spread my ass wider for him as I watched my hard wet cock and balls smearing all over his eyes and forehead. Suddenly his powerfull hands gripped the backs of my thighs just below my asscheeks as he pushed me upward till I was supported only by his hands and my back against the rock, my legs spread wide. Iv met other on-line friends in the past, usually in a safe public place so we could chat before going off to get naked. Some times this normal talk totally kills the mood and we just do not click. For her own reasons, Kim agreed that it would be more fun to live out a fantasy that we had talked about, with out the smalltalk. So that is how I found myself at her door. She had just recently moved out of her parents house, into a loft-apartment over the garage. As agreed I found a note on the. She did not know of this. I advised her of the results of my computer search, and asked her to stay on the porch, in view. There were five black males on the porch. I recognized two of them. I had represented them, and I offered to go with her as I would certainly be welcomed by those guys. She said no, she would be alright, and I watched as she approached the building. They there became obviously animated upon her approach. They had not seen a beautiful, well conditioned, dressed to kill,.