And for a while it was, pretty much. Although I did still have fantasies, but it seemed they might stay fantasies. Unfortunately, that didn't last. As...much as I thought what we had been doing was wrong, I realized I actually missed the excitement of the game we were playing. And then writing only got me all revved up again. And after that ... well, it was my mistake ... but one morning I didn't log out of my private email that I used for submitting my stories and talking to my online friends. I. Tears came to my eyes as I cried out from the shock andthen it stopped and Annie again gently rubbed my sore crotch back to itspreviously excited state. "Just so you know Brenda, the louder it issaid the more it will hurt. If she had yelled it you might have lostconsciousness from the pain. But don't worry, your trigger words willonly work when used by Annie or myself," she explained. "Another triggerword is "Stiffie" said Miss Maddy, and my body immediately froze inplace. I couldn't move a. But know matter how hard she tried she could not get Martin bellend inside her never mind his whole cock. She was frustrated and they were both getting sore and suggested lube. Diane, not sure as a joke or improvisation went to the fridge and came back with olive oil. She sprinkled it on Tina’s pussy and put some in her hands and rubbed some on Martin's cock. Tina tried again in vain but in truth they both knew Tina had a small pussy and no amount of force or lube was going to change that. To. “May I have a pleasure to dance with you?” I asked and offered my hand. As soon as she took it I pulled her slowly closer and we started dancing. Both of us were quite good at dancing. We had a great time dancing together when we celebrated Rohan’s birthday a month back. But this was a different thing altogether. She had her hands around my neck and I had mine around her waist. We have forgotten about the rest of the world. Whatever distance we had between us when we started dancing.