"The room was quite brightly lit. That made sense, Liz thought, you want to be able to see what you are doing. There was plenty of conventional bondag...e equipment ranged on racks around the wall, all carefully organized into category, color and size. Straps, lengths of rope, chain, gags, hoods and other restraints lined one wall while on the other a selection of whips, floggers, crops, canes and paddles was arranged just as neatly. Sir Geoffery saw Liz's gaze follow the lines of equipment,. She has dark hair and an athlete’s body, all trim and firm and perfect in every way. She says that she loves me more than anything in the world and I have no reason to not believe her because I have the same feelings for her. But I’m jumping ahead of myself in my story.It all started during the summer of my twelfth year between the 6th and 7th grade in elementary school, the year that my cousin Leslie came to spend a week or so with us in Kansas. That was the start of my sexual awakening and. But I've never been jealous. In fact being her sole friend for so many years despite those fearful moments when she nearly broke your heart I found endearing, because ... well ... you like to present a tough hearted dyke when we know you're a softy." The two lesbian lovers embraced and kissed and exchanged loving sentiments. I felt slightly embarrassed to be witness to such intimacy, but Molly, sitting in my lap, presented an utterly uncompromising and infectious grin."They're perfect together,. “ That's enough”, said Stu, pulling her up towards him. “Time to try to pot the pink”. “ I bet you've potted the black often enough”, she giggled, raising her skirt with both hands and leaning back against the pool table. The thong was a red line between her hairy lips. “ Well big boy?” Stu went at her like a hungry animal, pulling the thong aside and ramming four fingers up her. She was dripping wet, but she moaned at his ferocity. “ Oh yes. Put it in me. I want it up me.