Finally I am getting what I have always envisioned.My right hand slides down and unties your swimming trunks, happily freeing you from them. You bite ...down on my nipple and then step out of the trunks. I cry out in ecstasy when I feel your hand trail down under my skirt. My sandals come off and I grip you in my hand. Smoothly you pull me down on your bed.I am writhing on the bed as you suckle and kiss your way down my chest. I barely notice as you slide my skirt off of me. I grip your shoulders. You open the door slowly with a curious face and ask can I help you? The womans head tips slightly forward and to the left, that depends she says softly. You know that voice, that song witch rings with every note she speaks. You have not heard it in years, not in person anyway. She turns to face you and takes two steps forwards. Barely a foot away, she continues SHE is home and motions her head towards the dining room. You turn and see part of Rachels back hunched over the table though the open. We texted about this I told him no basement. One weekend he kept me in his basement and that was when i made him promise me never again. (Early when we first met and I confessed to him that i had a r@p# fantasy Mac kept me in his basement for the weekend and constantly threatened to k#(( me. I was scared out of my mind.) I was terrified of Mac's basement but was so horny and shy i said nothing. I found myself standing there when Mac tied my ankles together with more rope. His hands where then. The class went silent as they waited to see what was going to happen.“No way!” Becca snapped. “I’m not a hooker!”“C’mon, Miss C!” DeShawn pleaded. “Just a few seconds to look. We just wanna see! I promise all we’re gonna do is look. We ain’t never seen nuttin’ like that before…right, boys?”DeShawn’s classmates all nodded their heads and murmured, “Right.”“Just a few seconds, Miss C,” DeShawn softly said with a smile. “We won’t take pictures or video or anything. C’mon, now…what’s the worst that.