Im gonna go plug my phone in the charger. She tossed the blanket off her, and I could see what I was pretty sure were black panties. They were too sma...ll to be shorts. The best thing about it was the diamond shape they made in contrast to her golden skin. My erection came back and with a vengeance. She jumped off the couch and into another room. I quickly took a part of the blanket and covered my pants with it. She came back in the room and buried herself under the blanket on the opposite end. . like living together. Nobody was on the hunt for a soulmate. Seems we all shared an unspoken common interest, and that was to just go out, have a good time and, if the evening went well, maybe we'd end it with a fun tumble in the hay and breakfast the next morning.But, while the fancy-free life style had some appeal, I found myself thinking about something more permanent as my thirtieth birthday came and went. If I was going to have kids, I wanted them to be a little closer to my age than a. I propose that we not call it 'chattel slavery', as some have suggested, as that sounds too harsh and conjures up images of the past where masters whipped slaves and broke up families by selling members one at a time. Surely, gentlemen, we can achieve our goals without resorting to that sort of thing!There was a loud round of applause and cries of 'Here, here!' I had Julie sitting on my lap this time, the better to explore her nakedness! When things got quiet again, Mr. Dexter continued."We. Laura found herself remembering in detail Karen's fierce paroxysms of pleasure/pain as the whip landed on her open, vulnerable pussy, on her clit, and as she erupted in wild convulsions of coming.The thought aroused her so much that she almost had to masturbate. God, could I ever do that? she wondered. Let her... whip me there? A hot shiver gripped her flesh. She tried not to think about it.And the very next day, Friday, something happened to distract her from it completely. She had carefully.