Even though Jim was young I could see he had enough experience to know what women wanted when they dressed like sluts. After their kiss they sat down ...on the couch together. Kim sat right next to Jim, so close their thighs were touching. I sat on the love seat directly across from them without saying a word just watching them.The music was playing softly. They were laughing and talking to each other like I wasn't even in the same room. The only time they even acknowledge my presents was when. My name is Francheska (yes, that's how it's spelled for me). I'm a red-haired girl so that takes count in my nickname and the way I blush is rosy red so there's that too.I'm in my mid-twenties, I have light skin, blue eyes, 32D cup boobs and a well-rounded booty that drives men and women alike crazy. But no one likes it better than my Sir, my boyfriend Jeffrey. He's my boyfriend and master in our BDSM relationship. We met on one of those BDSM dating sites and chatted for a year and a half. Come in.' I tried not to register surprise at the husky dark skinned man in front of me. His full lips and grey stubble made him look quite mature and fatherly. Just how I liked them. His pair of jeans covered thick thighs while his white gold tee shirt fitted him just right. He looked like a sporty and hard and masculine and handsome daddy figure. I prayed that there was going to be some attraction from his side as I was ready to strip and hop onto his lap right there and then. 'Would you like. ??Just a fucking minute,? Elana shouted, ?you goddam bastards cooked my best friend, tried to serve her to me, and now you’re arguing about fucking ME????Young lady, you are jumping to conclusions. I am sure that once we explain the entire situation to you, you will understand the necessity of our actions.??Blow it out your ass, you fucking bag of fart. Let me go NOW!??My, my, you are even more vociferous than your late friend, Elana.??You lying sack of shit, how could you talk to a.