~*~ So today I met up with a wonderful Dom couple. He is not at all a bad looking man but she is fucking gorgeous. Ten times, a hundred times more bea...utiful than her photo. When we got back to their house, we sat around for at least half an hour, mostly playing with their kitties and making small talk. Well, they did. I just sat there and giggled nervously like a buffoon. Finally, he stood up next to me and grabbed my hair to pull my head back f***efully. I gasped and whimpered a bit as he. But it stuck to her, spreading around her ankle even as she bent to claw the sticky strands that seemed to climb up her calf. Panic set in as her fingers became trapped in the spreading web, her arms flailed, fighting to free herself only to become more entangled in the insidious trap. She lost her balance, falling without striking the concrete floor. Instead, she swung, her body suspended by growing webs. It stretched and spun, the unseen monster scurrying around her head, just outside her. They didn’t stick to just the bedroom either.He had learnt to keep a skin or two in his pocket. Willow had even let him fuck her without one for the first couple of days after her cycle. He definitely preferred without. Nonetheless, he couldn’t risk getting her pregnant. So he had to remember to wear one the rest of the time.She was a willing and energetic partner, and he loved nothing more than sticking his cock into her. It was just as well they were leaving soon as his stock of skins was. I'll have a taxi by at sevento pick you up, and dress nice if you know what I mean."Brenda lowered her phone, how did she get into this mess anyway.Undercover wasn't anything like she thought it would be, it was degradingand dangerous and what was worse, once you were in it was almostimpossible to get out. Some of what had occurred was exciting but havingto do what she did made her sick.Her ringing cell broke her train of thought."Hello," she said."Brenda, its Bill, I'm sorry I came by your.