There was no one to go to. She shivered as she remembered the lust that was becoming a part of her life. She wanted it to stop. But her own fiber was ...nterwoven in it. Sometimes she forgot whether it was Manuel who suggested the games they play--or if they were her idea, or Fran's.Everything was so confused! Renee shook her head, as if that had something to do with the massive confusion around her."Fran?" Uh?" the blonde girl rolled groggily over on her gray blanket and stared blankly at. As I try to learn fiction writing as opposed to technical writing I recognize there are things I don’t know. Your constructive comments are much appreciated! I am also most appreciative to GrandTeton for his assistance in editing this work. He added much needed polish. ***** I woke up at 2:35 in the morning feeling like my chest was caving in. No complaints on my end, to be sure. Darlene’s breath was almost a purr in my ear, and her soft hair tickled the eyelashes of my right eye. I tried to. Unfortunately this little one cums now from any pain. We could never let her out.She turned to the girl again.Why is it we could never let you out?Because I’d hurt myself to cum.That’s the problem. The bigger the pain, the bigger the orgasm. We found her trying to break her own fingers to cum and worse. So we made a deal. She’d stay like this and we’d let her cum routinely. Of course she needs to be restrained or else she’d cum all day and thus killing herself in no time. Of course she still. She looked at me and blushed, I could not tell if she was also turned on in her little world but I sort of was relaxed and knew that the cards were on the table. Outside I suggested we have a small drink at my place and to me amazement they both agreed, though one was rather drunk and was led by the older of the two. Getting into my place I imediately enquired about their ages they both laughed and blushed I introduced the idea of me feeling them and if that was of interest to them...they.