Dangerous Pleasures
"Uh, you might as well use me for a table, I mean I'm not much use for anything else, given the circumstances."
Pam glanced from Ron, to her friend, then back to make eye contact with the bound teen. She of course knew he wanted her hands exactly where they were, and who could blame the kid. The pot was really clouding her brain, Pam's arousal now successfully invading every other thought , and as she thought about her options, she opened her mouth to speak, not exactly certain the words that would come forth.
Rather than her own voice, however, she heard Beth interjecting, "That's so sweet of you Ron, don't you think Pam?" She actually patted Pam's hands, and thus the thick slab of meat ben
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