”Charmaine gulped down his cum as commanded, and then opened her mouth to show him. “Is that ok? Please keep the video to yourself, I did everythi...g you asked,” she begged him.“For now, I’m happy but I will be back for more.”“Please Andy, have I not done enough?”“You need to realise, I own you now,” he laughed. “And thanks for the new video,” he continued as he left the room picking his phone up off the dresser.“You bastard,” she shouted at him. She knew now, she was his. How could she explain. Probably the biggest reason is that I no longer feel like I have the freedom to write details about her without her knowledge.For those gracious enough to have read the story this far, here's where things stand as I conclude the public portion of this little Lauren and Bridget tale. At the time I'm writing this, Bridget and I have been a thing for just a few days. We've expressed serious feelings for one another beyond friendship, and we both feel great about it. I think we each have legitimate. Over there I saw my dream man. He was 5’8″ approx 6 packs, fair and killing looks. But I controlled myself as I know I’m a bit healthy girl and why would such a handsome hunk be interested in me. My best friend introduced me to him. To my surprise, he was the brother of the girl whose wedding my friend was attending. His name was Samveer (fiction). He was a proper Punjabi Munda taking my heart away. But I pretended that I didn’t pay any attention to him.After this meeting when my best friend. " Sharmila, I..." I will put it away," she told him, "now, do you want some breakfast?"Mary gradually became aware of the body lying in bed beside her. She thought it was Jake and rolled over for her good morning kiss. She realised her mistake, then, when she saw the dyed blonde curly locks of her friend, Catherine Sullivan. Cath stirred, rolled over and looked at her."Hi, how you feeling, hon?" she asked."Like shit!" Mary groaned, "did we drink last night?" Just a bottle of wine. I pushed OJs.