After walking some distance she saw me and gave a faint smile, I took this as my first signal went straight to her and stopped my bike beside her.I in...troduced myself and enquired about her. She said she is Hasini and she is not interested in any kind of friendship with strangers. I immediately wrote my number on a piece of paper and handed it to her. She said ” NEVER EXPECT A FUCKING CALL FROM ME AND DARE NOT FOLLOW ME AGAIN”. These words were so rude and I felt disappointed. It was a Sunday. There’s lots more you will be supplying me with, but these phone numbers will do for now.”I didn’t reply. I couldn’t reply. My mouth was dry, my heart racing. Inside my mind was going “Shit! Shit! Shit!”He picked up my phone, toying with it, looking at me.“So you ‘crave’ public humiliation, do you sissy?”I must’ve looked confused as he went on “In your email to me you clearly told me that the idea of public humiliation turned you on”“That was just talk” I replied.“Oh dear sissy – forgetting. I know you'd like her. She's blonde, andvery pretty. And she's got awfully big tits." Margaret hesitated. "Do youremember the other day, when I was telling you about the boy who fucked hisadopted mother? That's the one, Henry. Patty is very, very horny, honey. She wishes she could keep her son out of her panties, but she's just too horny to resist him." Henry was too busy fucking her to answer, but Margaret could feel his prick swelling even stiffer in her pussy. She knew Henry sensed the. “You, uh, just jerked my injured shoulder a little too hard. You didn’t know, so, all’s good, girl.”“Jeezes, Lynette, I’m so, so sorry,” Candice offered as she almost came to tears for hurting her friend.“She’ll be fine, Candice,” I replied as I helped Lynette position herself against the wall at the half-way landing area of the stairs. “It was an accident, so you’ve no need for tears. You sure don’t want to mess up your pretty eyes first thing in the morning, so put away those tears..