We came up for air, then kissed again, more passionately, more urgently.I slid my hand down and cupped her bottom pulling her into me. She groaned as ...he felt my hardness against her. Now she turned and leant back against me, again working her rear against me as I cupped her breasts through the light sweater she was wearing. Both of us were delighting in her decision not to wear a bra.I eased her sweater over her head and revelled in the sight as she turned back towards me. I leaned forward,. Glad to hear it.”Dropping her off after dinner at the roadhouse, I got another peck on the cheek, this time, she held my forearm with her hand, squeezing, and maybe caressing it, when she did it. Her other hand was pulling my head toward her when I got the smooch. It was more. It was a gradual improvement. It was progress.I called Tuesday asking her if it would be stalking to ask her out to dinner that evening.“Yes, but ask anyway. There is a new place I heard about and I’m dying to try it. It. Two of them, Nizhoni and Shima, made her stand; tied a cord around her neck and tied her thumbs to the cord. Next, they made her straddle the pole and squat up and down. Up and down - fucking herself on the pole. Abigail did it; she had no choice. In order to make her do it harder, Nizhoni used a bunch of nettles to brush up and down her ass crack. Abigail squatted down obscenely and stood up again. Squatted down and then stood up. She had to do this over and over again. To encourage her. "I doappreciate the stakes are high Trish but it still wont work. The onlyperson who you could share a dinner date with and would fulfil allyour requirements is me and if you think I am going to let you outglam me on a dinner date by wearing my dress you have another thinkcoming!"It was probably the time to pay the bill and get out there as theirgiggles were certainly attracting a bit of attention now so afterpaying the bill, the two friends wandered out of the cafe and down theroad to the park.