She was like "Oh my god!" and hide her face in the pillow on the bed. She seemed a little turned on by the whole thing and asked if he said anything e...se. I told her he just talked about how big her tits were and that he commented on her landing strip. I let her know that immediately after he saw them and I took the phone back that he went to the bathroom for a while and that I was sure he jacked it to her. She again hide in the pillow in embarrassment, but afterwards had some incredible sex. I. Jane had reluctantly told me her side of the tale which tallied with Anne’s. We were all frustrated with the twice a day visits to the police station to report in. We were all living in Anne’s home and I had most of my clothes there. We were waiting for Anne to finish fixing dinner when I heard the sound of a cell phone. A ring tone I had not heard before. ‘Oh Business!’ said Ann as she rushed to a sideboard and took out the ringing cell phone. She looked at the display and took the call. She. Grease is our resident tech-head, a mechanic and electrician with enough of his namesake in his ponytail to lube a fleet of Cadillacs. He's rough and metal-headed and half the time, he smells like an old oil derrick. On the other hand, he's saved our collective asses and rigged up comfortable living more than once.April claims to have some kind of mystical connection with the demons, and I don't trust her for just that reason. I don't like blondes, either, and that's just icing. She worked in a. Whether it was him letting me know just how he liked his cock sucked, or me admitting that I liked a little spanking and light bondage, the honesty really made our sex life great. The one thing I could never tell him, was about my fantasy of getting drugged and raped. I don’t know why- maybe I was afraid he would think I was a pervert, or maybe I was just afraid of my fantasy coming true. Either way, it took a whole lot of courage and a bottle of Chablis one Saturday night for me to let it.