You’re answered by the click of a lighter from somewhere behind you followed shortly by the unmistakable tapping of heels just audible over th... pounding storm. You track the slow paced movement as your captor approaches. The fog curtain parts and you see her emerge. 

Brunette hair flowing mane like across her shoulders and down her back, glistening blood red lips, red lace basque and panties connected to sheer stockings ending black patent leather 4 inch stilettos all providing sharp. “Joey,” I said gently, then more urgently, “Joey!”I rushed to his side and quickly felt his clammy wrist for a pulse, then had a moment of pure panic when I didn’t feel one.“Oh shit, Joey,” I said, with tears coming to my eyes. “Don’t die on me. I didn’t know. Fuck. Come on, Joey. Share link. SHARE LINK!”I couldn’t get him to respond, physically, telepathically or emotionally. I could feel his life force fading as I rolled him onto his back and started CPR, but it quickly became apparent he. Every movement she did was slow and calculated. Her hands dropped to the bottom of the red tank top she was wearing and pulled it up. With each movement more skin was on show. Before long, her breasts tumbled out. They were perky and beautiful, unrestrained by any bra. "I didn't wear a bra today I was hoping you would come back. Do you like my breasts Alicia?" Yes Clare" I responded. My eyes were locked on her breasts as they swayed. She leaned forward so her breasts were jiggling right in of. I looked over at Matty, he had pulled his pants and underwear down just below his balls and his hard cock was standing straight up in the air. I was turned on to see Matty’s cock, I had wanted to see it again ever since are sleepover. We both started masturbating intensely. Matty was enthralled with the porn Magazine. I was more turned on by watching Matty jerkoff. I would look down at the Magazine for a moment and then take quick glances at Matt just so he wouldn’t notice me staring at him..