The viscous syrup of her juices made penetration so easy. Open-mouthed, perhaps she thought I would never do it, not here. Impaled on my finger and ...no to-and-fro movement, Amy had to do that herself.She did, imperceptibly, as a hostage to lust. Not enough to get off on it, she hovered between sating the ache and being circumspect. Her dilemma churned my insides with a torrid heat. Scrutinising her expression, glimpses of pleasure revealed themselves from the casual nonchalance.“What would. I don’t think anyone but maybe like five porn stars could handle that. Amber: Are there any porn stars that you have a crush on?Kate: Amber, come on, they’re porn stars, they’re fine as hell.Amber: Hahahahahahaha! So wait, are you like, horny now?Kate (getting a little hard): I don’t know, like a little? Amber: Well, I could maybe help you out. You need a place for your cum don’t you? My stomach is empty...Kate’s erection is inching past her shorts down her leg. Amber salivates, her jaw. I unleashed her collar near this square shape in the art sculpture wall.And two men quickly grabbed each of her arms. Violet squealed in delight,"boys, boys there's plenty of me to go around."One of the men smiled and said, "Don't worry we know." And they secured aweird cut-out around her. It was a square and it looked like it would fitin the square in the sculpture wall. It locked her hands under the squarefrom the wait down. On the topside of the square was her waist on up andher wrists to. She told me she had made a decision not to be romantic with him until the time was right. He respected the boundaries she had set and asked to see her again, this Saturday. He was going to take her to dinner and then to a Neil Diamond concert at the Fleet Center. His firm had a corporate box for most major events at the Center. She agreed to go out with him and with that he kissed her softly and called her a cab. He had offered to drive her home but she declined. That’s it? That’s all? He.