She said we are gonna have fun like never before. I too agreed with her. I really love 25 age women. They are independent so they know what to do and ...hat to not.Gradually we started chatting a lot. Even in working hours. We chat a lot. Slowly chats became naughty and sexual. We almost had a best roleplay in one night. This was not love for sure but we had lust for each other.One Sunday morning, she called me and asked me to come out immediately. It was 7 o’clock in morning. I went out in my. Vicky’s Aunt was making her study the dictionary. They didn’t even own a Television. It was so primitive over in their house. It smelled like mothballs and old antiques.We received a dog cage from them big enough that the three of us could pile in. Most nights, we would have our wrists tied behind our backs and sleep together in that cage with our bodies intertwined in the living room. Asses pressed to tits, mouths to mouth. It was gross, but there were times we could masturbate each other or. Each inhale came, was held, then released with a moan. Lydia had been requested. Her Lady had required it. There had been no hesitation from her for everything between them was shared. Their inseparable lives demanded an attention to the needs of the other and she bent to her task with relish. Even more so: Lydia, with this deed, had become an indispensable confidant. She also found herself discovering pleasure in the feminine luxury of offered willing breasts and what her manipulation of them. At least that was one thing I wasn’t interested in – I even wasn’t keen to smoke normal tobacco cigarettes. And the thought of injecting stuff into my body with a needle – I didn’t even like getting needles from the doctor, so there was no way I would ever try stuff like heroin.However, it was pretty interesting stuff; all that we had been told about drugs was “don’t do them, they are really bad for you”. Not that what I read changed my mind about them at all; although it wasn’t anywhere near.