You have known the truth for two weeks and you haven’t been acting awkward; you still love me the same as you always have. I’m not suggesting we ...tart dating, fall in love and try to pass ourselves off as husband and wife or something; it’s just sex—really good sex—but just sex.” I still wasn’t sure about what she was offering; the taboo of it was so overwhelming. Erin said, “I’ll tell you what, I want to show you something and if you are still resistant, then I’ll accept it and we’ll move. You deftly tie them together and then tie them to the headboard. I can see your cock hardening through your underwear as you continue to slap my face with your free hand. Left, right, left, right. I am trying to avoid your relentless rhythm, but to no avail. You repeat the same thing over and over, “horny bitch, horny bitch,” to match each stinging slap. “Please master!” I cry out, begging you to stop. To my surprise you do, but only long enough to rip your underwear off and pull out your. I won't deny it though, hearing teenage girls talking about dick sizes, about guys being lame, some not wanting to do this and that, and then hearing Kristina openly admit, "Well, I know that being with two guys at my age is kind of bad, but it's really sad when I have to ask for a guy to do oral sex, and he refuses," and I just sat there, thinking, "Christ. If she only knew what I liked to do."I knew I couldn't say anything. I knew that might even be crossing a line that I hadn't crossed. Even. A giggle and a little stroke."I can hang my heavy woolen neckwear from here don't you think?" she asked with no answerneeded. She did it with careful moves as his cock was vibrating and dribbling. She left himthere incompetent of anything for another 10 minutes. Then She started unloading the burdens.She only left the heavy cloak on his head. He didn't even imagine to lift it by himself."I believe your friends are waiting for you. Get out and go find them!" she ordered with a fakecommanding.