His bright eyes told of the excitement and by 6 that evening he had more or less complied, she had been showered, and her hair done. He selected the u...derclothing that he himself loved, lacy, white as snow and matching the stockings. To finish, the blue off the shoulder dress and matching heels, and her shawl and purse. He was allowed to go and pee, and then to lay on their bed. She clipped the handcuffs, (borrowed from Mistress Janice) from the bed head to his wrist (making sure it was his. His chest still hurt like a bitch, and the images from Julie's bedroom kept springing up vividly in his mind's eye. He was drinking scotch and water at a pretty good clip, trying to turn the images off. But he could still see Julie pointing the pistol's huge barrel at him, her lying on the floor, the feel of her limp dead wrist... He was afraid that his role in her death would be discovered. The idea of being arrested for manslaughter or drug dealing terrified him. It helped keep the scotch and. Grunting appreciatively, his hands still tight around my waist, he pulled me downward onto him, settling my pelvis down right against his, so that our crotches were fused together. Now, both my legs were to each side of his legs, so that I was in effect, straddling him. Gasping in fright, I tried to lift myself off of him, but I had no purchase to push against. My feet were off the floor, and when I braced my arms across the arms of the couch to lift myself, he just pulled down on my hips,. ” She smiled. My tongue forced its way into her mouth. Our legs entwined. Our fingers interlinked. I felt Heather spread her legs open for me. My cock couldn't help reacting, stiffening rapidly. “You are mine!” I pressed my cock against her body. Rubbing it against the slick wetness between her legs. Holding her hands tight. Heather let out a stifled moan in response, pushing her hips upwards and pressing against me. I kissed her neck and her collar bone. I was so incredibly turned on, as was.