She said can she touch it and I was afraid, I was genuinely afraid as I didn’t knew what it will do to me. I said ok and she touched and I felt a li...tle good but because of thick denim and my underpants I couldn’t feel good much as it was hurting me also because of tight denims.I continued kissing her belly button for 5 more minutes and came out of her top and she was so flushed with satisfaction I couldn’t tell you in mere words. She was in complete ecstasy and I was too because of her body. [Hi Mia. Did you and your boyfriend have a good time tonight?] [Oh yes. We saw a movie and had a wonderful time]I typed fine with my long nails. I wasn't surprised. Very littlesurprised me anymore. But she still managed. [What is your name?] I asked. I must have surprised them because there was a pregnant pause before an answer. [You can call me Mistress Monique, Mia. I'm glad that you finally came to the acceptance and asked me that question. Our time together is almost done now.] [I don't. He wanted some variation." But you'd let him tie you up, wasn't that variation enough?" Tessa said."My exact words," Margie replied. "And he said, 'It's a start.' But added he hadn't thought it through." He freed me and I ran into the bathroom thinking I needed to cry or scream and I didn't want to wake Tabby. Instead I found I needed to pee and did. Then I realized I was about as horny as I'd ever been." What? All that made you horny?" Tessa gasped, afraid to admit that Margie had gotten her. Two more. That made twelve. Over half way there and each one a struggle, each word seeming obvious in retrospect. With sigh she let her hand drift down, her fingertips sliding over her taut tummy, brushing over the smoothness where golden down had once decorated her mons veneris, swallowing the primal moan that seemed to rise from somewhere deep inside of her as she toyed with her plump clitoris, her lips curving upwards, the pleasure of her own touch pushing aside her frustration and worry.