I SHOOK YOUR BOUNCY BOOTY!!!! Now Kylie smiled, because almost as if on cue ‘I’m Good At Being Bad’ began to play. After listening for a moment...she closed her eyes, easing herself back on the couch and opening her legs. She slipped a hand down, sighing as she slid her finger through that matted tangle of hair to reach and part the throbbing lips of her pussy.Last night she had turned the CD on to cover the noise they were making when they had gotten to her apartment. The kitchen table had. “It doesn’t belong on a pizza!” she responds. “It’s a fruit!”“I agree with her,” Trini comments.“Whatever, I’ll eat anything you put on it,” I reply.“Same here,” Nisha says. “So… Should I just get two large supreme pizzas?” Horacio asks. “Yeah that sounds good, let’s do one hand toss and the other pan,” Trini says. Horacio grabs the phone and calls up the pizza place to put in the order as he walks to his room. I follow them into Trini’s living room and take a seat on her sofa. Sofia takes a. Mistress Whiplash and her friend were discussing various bondage techniques and other matters related to their chosen vocation. I wasn’t invited to join in and knew it would be better if I simply kept quiet. Eventually I became the subject of the conversation. ‘What did he do wrong?’ Mistress Whiplash’s companion asked curiously. ‘He had a fantasy about me.’ ‘What was so bad about that!’ her friend laughed. ‘I fantasise about you all the time and I’m sure lots of other people do to.’ ‘He. "Yeah," she sighed. "I don't think your new rule is going to work out. I stepped over to her, and took the hem of her t-shirt, whispering, "Revision to the rule:" I lifted the thin fabric up her body. "You have to be topless at home." "Okay," she smiled at me in the mirror. "But so do you." With that, she spun around and lifted my own t-shirt up. "One in, all in," she grinned. I self-consciously sucked in my stomach, and we both started giggling, like a couple of schoolgirls. Then Fiona quickly.