As I stood there looking into her sick, gloating face, hundreds of alternatives spun around in my head - get my keys and leave, go quietly to the kitc...hen and cut the thing off me with a knife, and then leave, beat her up and then leave - but each alternative seemed too violent, too dangerous, too mean spirited. Danielle definitely liked me, and I liked her. The game that we were playing was a little sick, but in the end, I thought, harmless. After the past couple days, I trusted Danielle. . He slumped against his bonds, wondering when it would all end.Little did he know, that this was just the beginning. Diana couldn’t believe it. She had no idea that she could get off by fucking someone with one of these things. Or get off so big! She meant to just humiliate her little loser by making him blow her, but ended up with the most awesome body-rocking climax of her teenaged life. She made a mental note to fuck someone else with this dildo of hers, and soon.Her legs were still. In a few weeks "the day" came around. I suggested that we go out dancing, and she gladly accepted. We went out to a roadhouse bar, her wearing a short black skirt that would rise up as she spun around. Damn, she was hot! I was wearing tight jeans and one of those sheer black blouses that played "peek-a-boo" with my likewise black bra.We ordered beers and sat near the dance floor. Denise was happy to be out and looking at the guys, and I was scanning the crowd for possibles. Now, being a lesbian. Gary was over the moon when I told him everything that had happened. I don't think I missed anything out, and I even showed him the note."Are you going to give him a call then, Jill?" he asked, smiling wickedly."Maybe," I answered, "but you had better not be around because he'll make you feel inadequate."We had a good laugh followed by an even better fuck. Hubby gets so turned on listening to my accounts of what had gone on, and there was no way that he would let me get away with telling him I.