Then with a moan of pleasure, I slowly pulled back as I savored the tight wetness of Barbara’s pussy. Then I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward...s me as I slammed back into her. I fucked her like a machine, pumping in and out until my cock had rubbed every inch of her tight pussy. I wanted to please Barbara, so I reached around her lean hips and found her clit with one fingertip. As soon as I touched it, Barbara’s pussy clamped even tighter in a spasm of hot response. Then I rubbed her clit. Then, she overwhelmed me by confessing she imagined she was the girl being bound, helpless, and compelled let women make love to her. In the dark, her timid voice revealed that feeling powerless might allow her greater freedom to further enjoy her sexuality, without feeling guilt, or shame from her learned inhibitions." Are you asking me to tie you up, Val?" I asked . . . waiting forever for an answer. "Yesss" she hissed, and I quickly sized the moment. We experimented with tying her to the bed. The rest of the night was a blur in Alicia's alcohol-soaked mind. The next morning still was a blur, when she woke up in Gina's tussled bed.Now here she was. Or rather, here they were — she, her friends and the wild woman. No one went away, she didn't die; so much for praying. She heard Angique's voice. It wasn't breathy now or intimate. There was iron in it when she called out her name: Alicia!Her reflex was to rise, but a vice-like grip held her down — she never knew Gina could be this. I was nervous and excited, all at the same time. My tangled hair frustrated me. Grrrrrrrrrrrr. I looked up and Steve was standing in the doorway, just watching me. Instinctively, I grabbed a sheet from the bed. “Steve!” I exclaimed as I tried to cover myself. “I didn’t get my obligatory hug,” he remarked. I was speechless. “I... uh... I... uhm... I ...” The words just wouldn’t flow. “I am naked!” I extolled. “I see that,” he replied. Again, I couldn’t find the right order for my words. “I....