As I opened the door, I prepared myself for the bright lights and the noise, which I hated. Since I was only somewhat awake, I wanted to stay that way...Instead, when I opened the door, I was greeted with a vision. Angela was standing, bent at the waist, blow-drying her hair, with her legs spread and ass facing me. Instantly, I forgot why I was in the bathroom and felt my body respond to her position and nudity. I stepped to her and ran my hand along her slit. Finding it wet and moist and hearing. Wearing the lock was her way of saying she would always be his lover, his sex slave, even though he was gone.’ For Cindy, the good news was Ray talking about a more permanent relationship. The bad news was it not being the type she wanted. Giving Ray the keys and wearing the lock and chain would be agreeing to a one-side deal. While she wanted to make him happy and keep their relationship growing, she didn’t like the idea of losing control. Even if was to Ray, and as his sex slave. Ray seemed. She loved the feeling of the warmth and the open air and the hardening of the nipple between her fingers. With eyes still closed, Cindy lost herself in the feelings and her thoughts about what she was about to do. As the two men approached the gate, the first stopped and looked at his friend. “This is the woman I’ve been telling you about. She is one hot lady. She’s had on a skimpier suit each week, and she seems to. Now, here, at Panama City Beach with her girlfriends from the ‘shrunk-shirt crowd,’ her self-confidence seemed to have abandoned her. But she wouldn’t allow it, she would not. Robin pulled her t-shirt off, unhooked her bra and tossed it carelessly on the bed, unzipped her capris and pulled her white cotton briefs down with them, then forced herself to look in the mirror once again. There she was, at last, Rockin’ Robin, the pretty girl with intelligent eyes. Gorgeous clothed, gorgeous naked,.