John closed the room’s door as Emma began to slip off her dress revealing a stunning toned and pale white body, framed by silky black lingerie. John... couldn’t believe how sexy she was looking while being equally as nervous. She took a glass of wine that John had filled, then taking a deep breath, sat on the bed. This was the moment she’d craved for so long, yet she had no idea what lay ahead. John asked her if she was ready but before she had time to reply, he had opened the bathroom door. From. Instead, much of our correspondence was in the form of photos of ourselves sent to each other: nothing at all racy, just self-portraits taken on our phones featuring a variety of facial expressions. I tended to make all sorts of weird and wonderful faces in my shots; Emma preferred to keep hers rather conventional. My favourite would be of her giving a small, closed-mouth smile: one-part happiness without excessive exuberance, one-part knowing look, possibly even a flirt. Something about that. I put my hand on her cheeks, pulled her closer, and kissed her lips.She had the softest lips, with strawberry lip gloss on. We started the kiss gently. I put my hand on her waist. Feeling her soft skin, running over her tummy and trying to dig deep into her navel. We were out of breath so we stopped the kiss.We stood up. I was just looking at her hot yet cute body. She had the cutest little ass that anyone would want to bite on. She had perky boobs covered by a crop top. I started kissing her. Michael and Rebecca were nowhere to be found. They couldn’t have gone up to the bedrooms without Ana seeing them. She realized that they were probably down in the dungeon, so she headed down that way.Sure enough, that’s where they were. Michael was almost hanging by a pair of handcuffs attached to the ceiling, arms extended above his head. His feet were on the ground, but his ankles were separated by a spreader bar. His cock was semi-engorged and his sister-in-law was thrusting a good-sized.