She heard them clumping up the stairs and decided it was time to go out to the garden for a bit of a game of keepy ups rather than listen to their exa...gerated throws of passion. Truth to tell Violet was jealous not because she was attracted to his girlfriend, she thought she was a bitch, but because she had never been able to find a partner to try stuff with. She got up and passed the two in the hall, sneer from her and a smile and nod from him standard stuff. What wasn't standard was getting. "Measurments?" "34c - 21 - 32" "Are you a virgin?" As the tears dropped down my cheeks, I cried softly, "Yes." "How often do you masturbate?" "Lately every day," I managed "Why Lately?" "Please….. don't" (SAACK – SWAACK) two more with the stick. "Ok, ok… I'll tell you" I said crying. "I have been fantasying lately about bondage. And have been aroused by it." Oh how humiliated I was. To hear myself say these words to strangers whoI couldn't see and while being tied up in bondage admitting it. Say something intelligent. ‘Shit, I swear too much and talk too much,’ she said, still smiling. ‘All the time.’ He nodded. He didn’t know what to say. He just stood there looking at her as everyone walked around them. Them. Together. She laughed. A nice laugh. Not at him. For him. He looked down at her perfect small hand on his elbow. It felt soft, even through his jacket. The nails of her fingers were meticulously groomed short and painted with clear polish. I wonder how they’d feel around. And much like a bloodhound, I am now sure I can track her by scent should the need arise.I wet two fingers (force of habit) and glided them in her. “Ahhh,” she let out a moan. With a practiced motion to-and-from a familiar spot, my fingers slipped in and out of her very beautiful, now reddish, vulva. There was no thinking; my concentration was unbreakable as my hand brandished their skill in their highest purpose. They dove deep, pushing up against her walls, carrying the momentum into a gentle.