Daniella came back and told Mrs O that it was on and to follow on in a couple of minutes. Mrs O finished her drink and made her way down to the baseme...t eventually arriving at the shredding room. She knocked on the door which was opened by a laughing Daniella who was pointing toward Mark who was standing against an iron shelving rack with his hands tied behind him with plastic cable ties. " He let me tie him up!" roared Daniella " I told him i like it kinky!"Both the girls were now near to. She was undoubtedly the best sex I have ever had. In the long, agonising days and weeks that followed that eventful night, she had been through a number of personal changes. She had left her husband, and had moved in with a friend she'd known since school. I hadn't spoke to her for a number of weeks. I thought it best to give her space. Did she even want me like that again? Did she regret that night? Or did she crave more of what I could give her? I couldn't wait a minute longer. I had to call. She deliberately went up to the railing of the concourse and lifted her right foot up to the second rail and making sure not to close her legs; she began adjusting the strap of her shoes.Still she saw no one ogling her; but the feeling would not leave her; fuck it she murmured and stormed off towards a shoe shop she had heard; they sold sexy stylish shoes and she was just in the mood to have the shop assistant looking up her skirt at her exposed shaven cunt; to say she stormed off was a slight. But we know each other pretty well now, and we are friends. Couldn’t you tell your friend that? Tell her you wanted to get her pregnant, … to fuck her pregnant?’ Fuck I was wet. ‘I couldn’t – you would have thought I was weird.’ ‘I’m your friend, and it’s not as though we haven’t said some pretty weird stuff to each other’. My mind raced through a dozen fantasies we shared. He looked straight at me. ‘I want to get you pregnant. Every time we have sex I think about it, every time I jerk off.