She would have been begging had it not been for the red silk scarf tied about her mouth. He continued up tasting her sweet sweat as he did. She had th...rown her head back in frustration. He continued to tease. Soft caresses here. Occasionally he tugged at the string, her body arching up sharply. He always made sure to space it out correctly so as to never send her over the edge into oblivion. Her moaning went up an octave. He tried to hold back a smile. Knowing that sometimes she just didn’t. Mike was right that our relationship was nobody's business but our own. Still, it was the first thing of any significance in my life that I hadn't been able to share with Margay, and the thought made me wistful.Mike came back in good spirits, a clutch of plastic bags dangling from his fingers. He dropped a couple off in the kitchen and deposited the others in his room.I intercepted him with a kiss and a hug on his way back through. "Did you find everything you needed?" You bet." He kissed me. In fact, she looked just like a performer from some of the lesbian porn I’d watched before I was married, the nylon-and-garter fetish models with glossy lips, dark eye shadow, huge hair, five-inch heels, etc. Tonight she was wearing a skin-tight latex dress, with a plunging neckline that showed off the red, white, and blue American flag tattoo that covered her chest, and she had a big shiny bangle on her right arm. Then there was Bobbie, who was so butch that if I didn’t know better I would. His conscience and lust were having a tug-of-war, and with Sandi’s help, his lust had been winning.In his heart, Brad wanted to be the sweet guy who taught the girls how it should be with a guy. And I knew he could be that guy. Hell, his insistence they be at least fourteen wasn’t just to satisfy the legality of doing it. He wanted to make sure the girl was old enough to appreciate the experience. I knew all too well that while a girl can think they were ready, that didn’t mean they were.Brad.