Different from how we started the previous weekend, I started by removing Nicole’s lingerie and sucked on her nipples. Nicole moaned as I began to ...ove down her body, kissing every inch of her. Finally, I got down to her smooth, sweet pussy. I began by barely licking and flicking her clit, teasing her immensely.“Stop fucking teasing me and eat my fucking pussy” Nicole squealed.I did quite the opposite as I licked around the edge of her pussy, only drawing more agony from Nicole. My. Just go into the house. When she made to struggle, I cocked the gun and ground it into her ear some more. She did as I told her, and inside, I made her bend over the dining room table and cuffed her hands behind her. I then took out my pocket knife and cut through the panty part of her outfit as she protested and kicked. I stuck a couple of fingers into her ass and told her I would rip it out if she didn’t stop. I then cuffed her ankles. I turned her over and she started to curse as she. “Can I tell you something?” “Always.” “It’s weird.” “Not surprised.” She snuggled in next to him on the loveseat and told him what she felt, not wanting to look at him as she spoke. “Is that it?” “Yes.” “No kidding.” Jamie sat up and quizzed him. “What?” “It’s OK. I mean, I’ve noticed that you, hmm, have those tendencies, but then, I’m always trying to figure you out.” He took a sip. “You’re not asking to go somewhere or do something without me, are you?” “NO! No of course not!” Don’s relief. Julie and I had agreed that we would pass on the inflated prices of a restaurant Valentine's dinner, but had dragged Vee out with us for a drink to mark the day; she was going up by train on the Friday to stay with Jeff in Manchester for the weekend, but she seemed rather more optimistic about the coming passionate reunion with her fiance than I thought was healthy.Jeff's track record for romance was decidedly patchy, in my humble opinion. He hadn't sent her flowers or a Valentines Card, and I.