“Mmmmmh! That’s nice”. One finger became 2 and the next thing i know i shot a load into her mouth and she swallowed. As i went to get dressed ...he stopped me. “What do you think you’re doing, i haven’t had my fun yet”I was soon on all fours and blindfolded and the next thing my hands and ankles were cuffed and I began to panic. She laughed and told me not to worry and I felt coldness on my ass and then her 2 fingers pressed inside again. Mmmmh! easy she laughed let’s see what else i can do.. “Time for vodka,” I announced to no one. I took a couple of shots and began to find my situation quite funny.I put some music on and cried along with Sinead O’Connor as she wailed that nothing compares to you. I choked on my tears when Amy Winehouse and I went back to black. And I launched into full hysterics when Morrissey whined that he knew it was over. It was all over.My vodka and my sanity was dwindling right around the time Barry Manilow came up on my shuffle. “Can’t Smile Without You”. Since i and my masi were only satying together it didn’t take me more time to realize that it was Masi.After that i irectly opened the door and found that my masi was sitting in my room pretending reading a book. I completed my shower and got ready and went to work.The next day while having a shower i purposely left the door of the shower a little open so that my masi can have a clear look at me.I was successful in this plan.My masi had a habit of writing a diary. One day i decided to read her. Only two days before her brother Jake had pinched and bit them and it was the more erotic thing she had ever felt. Tilting her head back she ran one hand down towards her cunt, sliding one finger in, testing her juices. The other hand gently molded her breast and her thumb flicked across her nipple. She stopped and got into the shower, turned it on full heat and squated down so her pussy was exposed and her breasts her thrusting forward. Switching the shower head (that was attached to a hose).