Sonny opens the doors for the women and returns to the driver’s seat once they’re seated. Charlotte, uncertain about what’s going on, notes the ...river maintains the ’look of an eagle’ the entire time. As soon as everyone is buckled in he starts toward Kyle’s home.While they head for the Interstate Sonny asks, “Kyle, do you want me to pick up the chicken at Bojangles or at Popeye’s in Las Cruces?”“I’d rather have Bojangles, but it won’t be as good by the time we get home. I think getting it in. And her face turned completely red. She was angry, damn angry. I knew before she could say anything I left her directly. The moment I closed there was a loud ‘thud’ on the door. She had thrown a pillow on me.I waited for her to get ready while chatting with my aunt. I booked a table at one of my friend’s club. In the next half hour, she came out of her room ready for the party. That dress was like truly ‘Hiding less and exposing’ more. She was looking gorgeous.I looked at my aunt with confusion. I didn’t remember having reached down to my clit and starting to play with myself, but I must have. I could hear the squelching sounds of my wet flesh getting molested by my own hand. I hadn’t felt the urge to masturbate in so long and now here I was, furiously friggin’ myself, pumping two fingers in and out of my pussy while my mind replayed my little affair. But no matter how I moved, I was unable to get the exact same sense of fullness and satisfaction with just so little. I needed a man in. Betrayed by my own body, I lifted my bottom higher into the air and tried not to tremble as you cut the crotch rope of me. When you drew my wrists over my head and down my back, forcing my chest to bear my weight, I knew you had a plan. Usually you would have brought the rope which you used to cinch my wrists down my back and between my legs into a crotch rope, so as to limit my struggling. This time, however, you wrapped the ends around my waist, securing my wrists to the center of my lower.