What if we got married? No, wait, I said that wrong...will you marry me,Madison?BOB's face is hopeful (that she will accept), scared (that she won't),...and a little regretful (that he even brought it up).MADDY leaves her hand in BOB's. She looks out the window for a longmoment. She toys with the pendant around her neck with her free hand. Sheturns to look back at BOB.MADDYOh, Bob...I can't tell you how honored I am by this. I really wasn'texpecting it!...but I would be lying if I told you I. She was pressing my head into her. I rotated her and started kissing and biting her bareback; the cold air from the AC made her wilder.She had already come twice. I kissed her bareback and bite on her ass. Again, I rotated her and started to lick and kiss her stomach which was making her mad.I slowly spread her legs and kissed her pussy. Her juices were flowing in a lot of quantity. I fingered her in that position and she shouted saying she was about to come. I started to finger more intensely. To hell with that RACK (Risk Aware Consensual Kink) and 24/7 bullshit, though. I can and will call an immediate halt to anything I don’t like.After I had bought the outfit, and while watching television together one evening, Damon casually said “Red Rover” to me.“What?” I enquired. “What are you saying to me? Do you want to play a kid’s game?”He replied “No, Leslie. In that outfit, that’s exactly who you would be. It should also be your safe word when we put that costume to good use.”I. You could feel his eyes on you, going from your red shoes upwards and you began to enjoy it. He was an attractive bloke and you were getting even more hot and bothered wondering whether you were giving him an erection. With one bus stop to go, the coat fell away again, and this time you ignored it. When you uncrossed your legs and stood, he copped a real eyeful - both stocking-tops at least, and you glanced down at him as you went by. Judging by the bulge in his trousers, he was either hung.