Finally, Gwen shot her second drink since getting here as she said, "Really?"I turned to her and said, "Everyone feels safe here. You can let out any ...exual inhibitions and what happens at the club, stays at the club. For example, watching all this has made me pretty horny and I have a cute little dyke craving my pussy don't I?"Gwen briefly thinking I was referring to her began to protest, weakly I may add, "I, um, am getting married."But she caught on when I said, "Emma, on your knees."Emma. .nevermind. I don't want to get in trouble." They....do they beat you? Or worse? If it's something small, then it's afamily matter and not worth getting the police involved and destroyingyour family over.But if you are being seriously beaten or abused...giveme one example of what's being done and if it's bad enough you can stayat my house for now and we'll get the police involved."My heart was pounding...I didn't even have to fake the quiver. My liptrembled a bit. "Well, remember the 'accident'. I remember the first time we fucked. He came over to give me something never knowing what he really was going to give me. I had a short robe on and was nude underneath it. I took him to the kitchen and sat him on a stool as I poured us some iced tea. As I slid the glass to him my robe gapped open and I did not bother to close it. He stared at my huge tits and I smiled. He was going to be easy to fuck. I then sat on the stool next to him with my legs spread and he could see my pink pussy. I put. Chapter 3 – Outcome Room service at the Oxford was ready for our favorites. Sophia and I sat quietly in our robes at the little table by the window, looking down on the activity on 17th Street, and got our fingers sticky with the jam from our English muffins. After we had indulged in the inevitable laughing and then the licking of each other’s fingers, we wiped them on the white linen serviettes and she poured coffee for both of us. Cream that I poured out swirled mysteriously through the hot.