. it was getting hard to tell what was real and what wasn’t.In a desperate effort to distract herself, she focused on what she knew was real. The fe...ling of Nicolette’s body against hers, the Jackson twins taking her from both sides... Even as she felt herself getting turned on by the memory, her confusion refused to abate. Why did she so desperately need to touch Nicolette whenever they were alone? What on earth had prompted her to offer her virginity to a near-stranger ... but no, it wasn’t. For the first time in my forty-nine years, I saw another woman’s vulva, her slit, and the shy protruding lips. I was mesmerised by the vision. I wanted to touch it, to feel the smoothness of her outer lips and to slip my fingers between her wet lips. Then I saw the tattoo.“LICK ME.”Petra pushed her crotch into my face, my nose touching her pubic hair, and said, “Do it.”I closed my eyes as the exotic aroma of her aroused sex entered my sensitive nostrils. My hands found their way around her legs. "Oh yes," she moaned. "Right now, you're my Master and I'm your worthless slave. Do what you want with me!" "Then let me quick go put a rubber on so I can fuck you." She smiled and said, "You can use a rubber for your own protection if you want, but I don't need you to wear one." "No?" he asked. "I had my tubes tied years ago. I can fuck as much as I want with gloves off." "Really? Okay, then let me in, slave!" "Yes, Master!" He pulled his pajamas off, rendering. Prolonged deliberations weren’t her forte at all.‘Time to choose,’ Emily told herself as the alarm on her phone went off at five minutes to. She had set it so as not to become too lost in thought to keep track of time.She took a deep breath and again considered her options.“Oh fuck it,” she abruptly said aloud. “If I don’t like it, I just won’t do it again.”With that, she quickly headed down the block, turning into the walk leading into the old Colonial she had visited months before.Ten seconds.