She spread my legs wide and tied my ankles to two hoops too, so that I was just touching the floor, spread-eagled against the wall. She ungagged me.�...Mm, a naked, wet whore for me to play with” she said, laughing coldly. She went over to the table and returned with a thick purple dildo in her hands.“What shall I do with this?” she said, rubbing the toy over my exposed nipples. I moaned a little and she snapped to attention.“Oh you want some more pain, slut?” she asked. When I didn’t reply she. T. This is what it did for me – see attached. Horace. Mildred replied. Well, Horace I must say you got me all hot and bothered. On the third viewing I had to dildo myself and diddle my clit – it was very exciting. I think your piss proud erection could be very handy when we play together. So when can we meet. How about next Wednesday? We can go for a picnic up on the downs and play to our hearts content as not many people about. Here is my address – you can stay the night if we get carried. ” She laughed at that. “But, seriously, your sexual orientation doesn’t matter to me.”“Good to know, but you aren’t one hundred percent correct.” She paused. “I actually bat from both sides of the plate. I just like the “left” side better. I don’t bring guys home because mom would freak. If they’re girls, mom just thinks it’s a sleep-over. Plus, I’ve run into kind of a dry spell on the male roster side. Which is a shame because as much fun as girls are, there are just some things that are. ‘If you really believe that I killed your best friend why am I standing in your house right now?’ Cause your pussy’s worth killing for. ‘Look, it’s late…lets just get some sleep,’ I say. ‘Ok.’ I leave to get her blankets and when I come back she’s taken off her jacket. I watch as she unbuttons her jeans and shimmy’s her hips to get them over her ass, which is barely covered by the black lace panties she’s wearing. They slide easily down her legs. Dammit. I wanted to do that. She turns around.