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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] He d put up with her and looked out for her, but it was duty. Deep down, he might love her, but he resented having to take over since Denise lacked a father. Maybe her dad was a bad guy like Carl, and she was better off? Carl had been silent since that last email, and she d begun to hope they were in the clear. Lounging in a bubble bath, it dawned on her that no man had ever truly loved her before. Now, she had two. Not that they d admitted it, but she felt it. She d never felt so warm and safe. The bathroom door opened, and she looked up without surprise. Locks and modesty were gone. There were no secrets, except her own shameful one, hidden in email. She smiled up at her Masters as they stared at her. Are you trying to turn your skin into the texture of a prune so we go easy on you? Zach asked. No, I want to be extra soft for you. She slid from the tub and toweled off. Then she sat on the edge of the tub, taking her time applying some very pricy body lotion. Jack shook his head. Now, she s making herself slippery so she can get away. Never. I never want to get away. She made sure her knees, elbows, and the soles of her feet were saturated. They might not care, but she didn t want them to encounter any rough patches on her. And somehow, Denise needed to find a way to go out for a bikini wax touchup without them tagging along. They might want to watch, but it never felt sexy. They might want to do it? She might actually enjoy that. Denise put the lotion away, stood and pulled the clip from her hair so it fell over her shoulders. Ready to serve. Ready to prove you want us? Zach s tone was serious. I always want you. What proof do you need? She could guess, but after days of letting her inner sub out, she didn t want to anymore. She d let them surprise her or trick her. She loved it all. Go to the bedroom. Get on the bed, on your back and spread out for our fun. Jack took the towel so she had nothing to cover up with. She obeyed, swinging her hips side-to-side. A little pride to get her Masters going. They d spank it out of her. Or something more creative. She loved how imaginative they were. When she walked into the bedroom, she immediately knew what they were going to do to her. The ropes were already fixed to the bed at all four corners. Pausing, she knew it was a test. The fear had nothing to do with Jack and Zach, but her history. She had to put Carl behind her. These men were not her old evil boyfriend. Lying on the bed, she stretched out and waited. Their stall was deliberate. She was no dumb sub. Maybe that s why they liked her? She would challenge them. They d never get bored with each other, and she d always be outnumbered. Giving in to two was an extra thrill, and now, she believed they would always be a team. Especially after what Jack had shared about the foster experience. Being separate and unable to help each other was torture. No wonder they d rather share a woman than let one or two come between the two of them. Noises in the hallway snapped Denise s mind back to sex and restraints. The soft bed would be her prison, and her jailers would be hot. They entered naked, and her gratitude swelled. The view of their muscled forms was a gift, and she stared until her fears were gone. They closed in on her, one on either side of the bed. Without a word, they tied her wrists then moved down the bed to tie her ankles. Denise closed her eyes and tried not to think about being bound. Then it was all she could think about. Open your eyes. No hiding. Zach fingered her pussy. She smiled and opened her eyes. It was easier when she could see them. Then Zach s fingers brushed over her stubble. I m sorry, I need to get to the salon for a wax, but it s hard with all the security. The situation makes these details less essential. Never before would Denise ever have missed one waxing appointment even if she weren t sleeping with someone. No, I think we should see you wild first. Jack straddled her chest and teased her breasts. Grow it out fully? She frowned. No trim? Men hate that. The pair chuckled. Men are all the same? Zach asked. His tongue worked her pussy, and Denise arched. No but I ve never met one who asked me to not wax. Jack ran his hands up her arms and back down. Most men wouldn t criticize a woman s grooming down there as long as they re getting access. Our relationship breeds more honesty. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |