“We haven’t met!” I croaked, my mouth dry. “Yes we have Doug!” he told me, “It’s Ash, or as I prefer when I’m dressed like this, Ashle...gh!” spelling out ‘leigh’ but pronouncing Ashleigh as Ash-Lee. “Well, who is Mel?” I stammered. Telling me, “Poor Doug! Lie back and I’ll go and get our drinks and then I’ll explain.” he pressed me gently back onto the bed, rolled over and slid from the bed to pad from the room. I lay back, stunned, my mind whirling. Ash, or Ashleigh, came back into the room. As I backed away the brunet asked if I was ok with the lesbian sight I had stumbled upon ,she said her name was Susan and this was her best friend Christine, they were not lesbians but enjoyed a "bit of fun sometimes",i had to talk back to them , as soon as I spoke they roared with laughter, this was so embarrassing I made a quick exit, as I pulled away, susan spoke to me saying how sorry she/they both were,"how can I laugh at you when were here making love as two women?" Christine had blonde. . pull your nips harder and make it happen... I am shaking and panting as the tension builds in my body. Pulling and twisting the pins now as my body teeters on the edge. I beg again to touch my clit for release and again he denies me. Pulling and twisting the pins further and harder then I had ever before. I break down and begin to cry because I cannot release without rubbing my clit. I so wanted to please him, being able to cum just with pain as he wanted. My brain again is yelling at me, for. “He put his hand on her ass!” he said out loud. The idea that she might be letting him fuck her was more than he could take. 'That could have been me, but instead I turned her down. For what? So she could suck him off instead? She sent me that voice mail in the morning. Was that before she met up with him, or did she send it after spending the night with him again?' Visions of her sending him such a provocative voice mail while her lover showered played out in his head. 'Yesterday, she acted.