" John smiled unconvincingly."It's okay. You can confide in me. I'm more open-minded than our otherfriends. Even if you were to tell me something extr...eme, like you'vediscovered you're gay or something, I would not judge you, I wouldcongratulate you," Bill assured his friend.John looked serious. "Well, the truth is... I've been seeing adominatrix."Bill's eyes popped. "You mean one of those women who wears leather andhits men with whips?" No, no. Not at all," John protested. "Well, some of them. We were steadfast; solid. Perhaps it was because we were siblings as well as lovers—a familial bond can be one of the strongest, ever. You can choose your friends, but you know you’ll always be stuck with your family—and so, you learn to tolerate them, since you’ll have to put up with your family for time immemorial.Maybe it was that. I can’t say. But whatever we had, and whatever caused it—it was as if we were connected on a higher plane. Communication without speaking. A fluid bond. Like we. " I took a handful of her hair and caressed her head. "I had to use the bathroom earlier, and was pleasantly surprised to find myself wearing heels, you in my bed, you running out of me," she whispered, "How many times did you fuck me?" I told her and she asked, "What did you do?" As I described every detail, she was lightly masturbating me. When I finished, she said in a very low voice, "Oh my god...that is so fucking sensual!" She got up, looked at me and said, "Don't go away." She went to. Rebecca nodded. "Umm...Mistress, could I make a request?" Go on?" Would it be ok if I could head back to my apartment to pick up a few more clothes and see the mail that has come in." Granted! But I will join you." Thank you, Mistress," Rebecca smiled.A few hours laterLaura and Rebecca stood outside the latter's apartment door.Laura turned her head, facing down the corridor to another door. "I'm guessing that's Samantha apartment?" Officially yeah," Rebecca replied. "But the way it's looking.