“I don’t come to the gym to be pawed,” I told her coolly. “Some of the ladies here flirt with me a little, but none of them crosses the line i...to physically touching. They know what’s acceptable and what’s not. Kindly take the hint and stop grabbing me.”I pulled my arm away from her again and she turned sour.“So, you don’t mind if all the young chippies titter at you, but someone a little older comes along and you’re disgusted?!!?” she spat.“No one else here is grabbing me,” I pointed out. “No. I decided to risk it and test the limits.“So, I didn’t know you did it as well”, I said.“Yeah, so?”, she asked.“Well, it’s kind of weird. Where did you even learn about it?”, I asked.“From my classmates. They used to talk about it all the time and still do. So I decided to try it. What about you?”, she asked.“Same as you, classmates”, I replied.“Nice, how often do you do it?”, my sister asked me out of nowhere. I didn’t know how to answer this.“Once a day, mostly at night. You?”, I answered. .Angie: would you like to explain this?!Me: yes, Angie... you see, a while back, I caught him wearing thatstuff, I even got a video right here. ( I showed her the video of himwith the leash and Collar that was taken that morning.) this was acouple weeks ago. I figured it was just a one time thing. (The videoended) however, about a week after that, I came home and found him tiedup in my closet. (I showed her the pictures I took with him in my closetwith the make up) it does upset me Angie that. It feels so good, and I take care to do a good job for you. Once done, I run my fingers up and down every little fold and crease to be sure. I'd rather you checked me with your tongue, but you're not here. I begin to rhythmically rub my clit with one hand, whilst fucking myself with the fingers of the other, the hot water running down my naked body. I already feel an orgasm approaching, so I stop. When I cum, it must be for you, not for me. I turn off the shower and sluice the water off my.