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Kiki politely raised her hands before her, offering both wrists for cincture. Ned circled the bands in place. Each was a leather strap, buckled in place and providing embedded silver rings for restraint attachment. Ned walked his candidate to the table. His hands cupped her ass cheeks as he boosted her aboard. She scrambled to lie down, face up, arms cooperatively waiting at her shoulders. Ned let her wait. He spread her legs and used the ankle cuffs to bind her ankles to the corners of the table. Acknowledging her inviting pose, he clipped her wrist bands tight to the other ends table legs. He pulled the ties taut and she arched her shoulders to accommodate the strain. Ned rounded Kiki on a cursory inspection tour. He found some scissors conveniently provided on a shelf beneath the table. Kiki’s bra and panties succumbed to the shears and he left her lying naked and available. Dispensing with the scissors, he exchanged them for the silver bullet vibrator. On a low setting, he lazed. For a couple of weeks, I used to send greeting messages to her. Slowly, she started to chat with me and day by day, we got closer.One day I sent a double-meaning message to her. Even though she knew the meaning, she asked me to explain the message. She started to ask sex-related questions and I answered a few questions.One day I asked her to kiss me. She sent a kiss sticker. I gained a bit of confidence and asked if I wanted it in real life, not on the mobile. She refused in the beginning but I cried like a small boy and convinced her to kiss me. She asked me how she could kiss me.Thanks to the holy god, everyone in my family went to native for a week so I asked her to come earlier to pick up her son and wait in my house for some time. In the meantime, she can give a kiss.The next day, she came to my house and I greeted her and made her comfortable. I gave a cool drink and we chatted for a few minutes and then I asked her to give me a kiss. She kissed my chin and the devil inside me.
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It was 1993. She was about 5 foot 6, with a small build, and we knew she went to the gym a few times a week, because she would always tell us where she was going when she went out, in case we needed to contact her. Mobile phones were still new then. I had one, and she didn't. It was a different time.One thing we noticed very early on in the job, was her nipples. No matter what she was wearing, no matter what the temperature or time of day, you could always tell where her nipples were. sometimes they were really prominent, and other times only slight, but she was unusual in that you could always see a hint of them. A common comment from the bricklayer was "she had the headlights on full beam this morning!" Most women, if they are wearing a bra, you can't really tell.So, she was plain looking, small build, short mousy brown hair, and her pretty days were over. However, she was very outgoing, and encouraged me to stay for a beer or two after work. Her husband Rob didn't seem to mind,.

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