It turns out her name was Merry what a prefect name for her. She was always happy and laughing she was merry for lack of a better word. My group of f...riends embraced her like we had known her for years, Before long every where we went she was with us. I felt drawn to her. I found myself thinking about her at odd times She had me thinking about having sex with a woman, something I had never done before . I would rack my brain trying to find reasons for us to get together. Where ever she was I. In the end I settled for a cherry sherbet recipe. I had everything I needed except for a liqueur called kirsch.Amazingly, my Google maps search for kirsch got a hit on a place called La Czar, on the other side of Forestville from the FiberDyne plant. Spitting distance!I knew I could probably find the stuff in any upscale liquor store, but there was something pleasing about being able to say my sherbet was made from fresh cherries and locally made cherry liqueur. I called the number and they. "I'd hate to be responsible for either of you getting hurt. I'll, um, leave you to get changed."Upon departing, Matthew secreted one of Johnny's sequin-sized spy cameras above the closet door and dropped a microphone cleverly disguised as a shirt button on the floor. The girls seemed totally bamboozled, the script torn up, they regarded one another with surprise. Matthew, on the other hand, was enjoying the game immensely. From downstairs in the study he watched as Mia stripped down to join her. ”“Well Sandy, I will stop if you beg me to fuck that cute little asshole of yours.”“No way, I told you that I never allowed a man near my ass. Your cock is too big for me, you’ll rip me apart.”“Okay then, I will keep strapping you until you can’t feel it anymore.”“Okay, but please be gentle, use a lot of lube and please use a condom in case you have anything I don’t want to catch.”“Sandy, you are still trying to be in control. I will only be gentle if I feel like it, will only use enough lube.