No reason to be upset about it, right? It's herfault." Was I referring to Nadine. Or Stephanie."Right," she replied, visibly relieved that I wasn't ma...d at her. Then thephone in her bag chirped. Pulling it out, she looked at the screen. "It'smy mom. She wants me to come home right now and help with dinner." Sheput the phone back in the bag and stood up.My pulse jumped into overdrive. "Wait! What? You're going home?" My heartbegan racing."I have to, Stephen." She gestured at herself, then at me.. The last thing I can remember seeing is a glimpse of the inside of a large room. It's a room I've been in once before. A few years ago, when The Roundabout Gang had a BDSM night at their club and a few of 'Us' went along, just out of curiosity. Nothing happened there that wouldn't have happened at any of our regular club nights, but I spent the entire evening wondering 'what if?' Back then, I had felt free to dream my dark dreams because I was safely surrounded by my familiar kinkster friends.. I kissed him everywhere on andaround his face, neck and gave him hickey the size of half dollar so thatwhen we looked in the mirror he would remember me.I could feel his cock starting to harden and reached down and begin tostoke it, while we kissed and he fondled my ass. I told him to hold outhim hand, I quizzed some KY on his index and middle fingers."Now spread my cheeks apart and carefully ease your middle finger in" hewas good at following directions. I think he was afraid that he mighthurt. I turned on the lights and went to my bedroom. I was shocked to see Andrew there. I quickly left my room by saying no no this is not going to happen. How dare you to come here?He was listening my shouts and abusive language (even they are all intentional). He came near to me and sat on one side of me and gently said look whatever happened is not our fault and you don’t need to be depressed. I knew all story about you. Everything about you now. Your friend texted me yesterday and asked to met.