"Come here," she said, as she leaned down toward my head and pulled me up slightly to kiss her. Kissing Collette was so natural, our mouths seemed to ...fit together perfectly, warm, moist and inviting. I ran my fingers slowly, firmly through her hair while we kissed, her hot breath on my face. Her free hand was still on my stomach, stroking back and forth. The kiss was slow and sensuous, and seemed to last for an eternity, which wasn't nearly long enough. She traced the contrours of my lips with. But promise not to laugh or poke fun at me.”“I promise!” Bea’s smile faded, she placed her hand on Cindy’s forearm, squeezing it gently. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”“I know. I trust you,” Cindy said. Bea hugged her friend again, causing Cindy to chuckle.“Alright, I gotta get home to Collin. He’s supposed to warm up some leftovers,” Cindy said, grabbing her bag and towel.Bea, not quite as muscular as Cindy, put only one, small weight on the smith machine, smiling and. ? It was fine for a while but once I got boredwith the bitch it started to feel like an intrusion on my privacy and I startedto get jealous.? The night he invited herup in to our bed I knew it was over.? Icouldn't take any more. ??? I didn't tell Colette that part though, Ijust told her that our relationship goals had changed.? When she asked if he didn't want to commit Itold her that he actually wanted too much commitment, which he kind ofdid.? Colette is a sharp girl? and she didn't press the. I had a few friends that would come over to my house for private sessions, two different men and a married couple. My slave Taylor loved to be humiliated and beaten. I would spit on him, and whip him until he was bruised and almost bleeding. Crush his cock with my foot, and kick him in the balls. I would lock him outside naked, even in the cold New York winter. When I opened the door, he was dutifully waiting for me ready to lick my pussy and be whipped again. He was married and could only come.