"Get this door open! Hurry!" I'll try." Turning his attention to the combination lock that held the door closed, Phil gave the knob a tentative spin. ...ending closer, he saw that the rim of the knob was etched with tiny letters, and he had the gleam of an idea. Hesitantly, he turned the knob from letter to letter, spelling out J-O-R-D-A-N. He was finally rewarded by a muted click, and with a faint sigh of displaced air the door swung open. Harg led the charge, the others hot on his heels. At the. He gently caressed her ass, his hand moving down between her legs, rubbing the crotch of her dampened panties. Very carefully he worked his finger under the edge of the elastic, rubbing it up and down her wet slit.“Someone has been a naughty girl, playing with herself and getting her panties wet,” as he teased her slit with his finger. “You know you are not allowed to play without my permission,” reverting to his Dom persona and Jazzy being his submissive. “You are going to have to be. She then asked for something to drink. It just so happened that I had her favorite beer at the time. So as we sat on my couch having a few drinks, she got up to have a smoke on my back patio. Smoking normally turns me off but there was something about her that intrigued me so I was able to look passed it. I was in the kitchen when she came back inside where she grabbed me and kissed me long and passionately. I got her against the wall and we kept making out. Something about pushing her. Her name was Rebecca. She was definitely my type: shorter than me, chubby but with a set of tits you wouldn’t believe. Not a day went by that her tits weren’t a big part of lunch conversation, and she wasn’t shy about them either, always wearing low cut shirts. It didn’t take long before everyone noticed discrepancies in her stories. One minute she was a virgin, the next she was a lesbian with tons of experience with women, then suddenly the next conversation she would tell the story of this 3.