.. or out.” Amy’s heart was beating in overdrive again, her cool professional persona long gone. She was in another woman’s flat, overcome with ...razy sexual desires. What was happening? Would she stay the night? Did she want to? Would she be forced to? Sarah’s mind was also racing with ideas for her guest, a guest who seemed willing to totally submit to her. How far could she take it? Could Amy become her slave? She’d always fantasised about keeping someone prisoner, completely helpless. She’d. "Hmmm, I bet I am," she mumbled, her tone lighter. "Sorry, what did you say?” I asked, seeking time to digest this new development."Should I wear the same dress again?"Her playful, teasing tone, now confirmed my suspicions and my heart skipped a beat as the implications filtered through the lust induced mist fogging my brain. Although I'd spent the last half-hour fantasising about what I'd like to do to my attractive neighbour, it was simply just that, a fantasy, and I thought it couldn’t ever. I leaned down until Kelly and I were eye to eye. "Do you know what a woman's shelter is?" She hesitated, not wanting to appear stupid, then shook her head. "Sometimes guys beat up on their wives or their kids. They can come here to be safe."Kelly processed that. "Guys are jerks," she said finally."You got that right," I agreed as I straightened.The door opened, and a woman stood there. She was mid twenties and could have been a model with her golden blond hair and sensational body. I guess with. Tyler sat inside the closet exhausted and completely spent. "Cyn, you're a magnificent slut", Gordon said as he kissed her. She laid back spreading her thighs as he slid between them. Tyler fought to breath as he had heard them fucking before, yet had never seen them. Her legs folded back until her heels appeared over Gordon's shoulders. Gordon moaned as his hips thrust forward and seconds later he was pounding into her! Cyn giggled with each thrust her made, "get your pussy Gordon. It's soupy.