She walked slowly towards me, until she stood by the edge of the bed, her pelvis a few centimeters from my head. I could smell her, and see her stomac...h moving gently as she breathed. She reached down and pulled her panties a little to the side, so I could see her moist lips, her pubic her glistening. She then turned, and her hand slid across the thong and pulled it to the side, letting it rest on her right cheek.She put her hands on her ass, and pulled it wide open in front of me. I could see. I had a ‘friend’, if he knew what I meant. A special, young girl-friend, and she was a bit of a thrill seeker. I needed to keep up with her, prove myself … but she was so worth it George, you should see her. Yes, it was deceitful, but with my high-pressure life, surely George you don’t begrudge me this, do you?He didn’t. He understood, so he said, and his tone assumed the officious, confidential levels that were regularly assumed when someone was ‘helping you out’.He would meet me and get me a. Shortly after I knew she was out, I began stirring up a dirty theme to go crank myself out a nut while she was passed out so that I could again focus on the days tasks. Right about then I noticed how cute my gf actually is when she's not a bitch..and that her provocative "on-her-back-legs-wide-open-with feet together and-drawn-up-knees" napping position were quickly getting my dick's attention. I removed my shorts and slid over to the couch to wake her up "nicely" if possible. Getting my plan. As his eyes continued to absorb the details within the picture, he saw a man’s hand reaching out and cupping the woman’s face. The hand was very obviously caressing, not striking her beautiful features, and it was tilting her chin up to look at him. The rest of his body wasn’t visible, simply his arm and his hand, but she was obviously looking at his face. No woman could ever look that way at a man she feared was about to hurt her, he realized. “How can this be BDSM?” he asked himself. .