| Lesbian: Lusty Liaisons: A Day With My Bitch (1/4) |
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I couldn’t decide whether it was the generosity of the gift or the actual gift itself I was overwhelmed with. Hell, I was ecstatic. It was still a whole two hours until Valentine’s Day. It was so late at night that I was pissed with the entire situation. There was no one at the door, but there was an enormous box which read “Happy Valentine’s Day, Leigh” over its entirety. I looked around the box to see an unmarked mail carrier type of truck leaving the driveway. I made the fatal attempt at getting the box inside the house but it was too heavy to move alone. So, I called Angel. “I need you. Now.” “Mmmm, aren’t we the feisty one now?” She was all too eager to come. I explained my predicament and Angel assured me she was on the way to my rescue. She arrived a full hour later, which is plenty of time since she lives not more than 15 minutes away. She likes to make me wait. She has always been that way. She will stay at home until she reaches orgasm and then make her way over. I can smell sex on her when she walks in and it drives me crazy. If I wasn’t so interested in the box outside my front door I would have fucked her right then and there. “Hey, Leigh. So, are we going to open it or what? Do you even know who it’s from? How long has it been here? Can I open it?” “Angel! Shut-up! Let’s get the damn thing inside and then we will decide who opens it!” Sometimes she drives me insane but I do love her. Between the two of us we managed to get the box into the living room. Angel and I looked at one another, smiled, and started pulling off layers of tape. There were no labels or other indications of where my gift may have come from, but obviously it was someone who knew me. As we continued pulling the tape off, the front of the box fell open. I almost hit the floor. Who the hell would have sent this to me?! There, in this cardboard box, sat a gorgeous girl gagged, bound at the wrists and ankles, and wearing nothing but a sign around her neck which read, “I’m your bitch for the day.” Holy shit! Where do I even start? I looked over at Angel, who was looking directly at me, and she had this gleam in her eye I only see when she really wants it. “You did this, didn’t you?” I looked at her for some sense of an answer and her smile told all. “You like it right? I thought this would be the perfect gift. To have a girl with no other purpose but to serve you; what more could you have wished for? Please tell me you like it?” Angel stood, staring at me with wondering eyes and I gave her a smile and nod of reassurance. Then I transferred my gaze back to the beauty of the box. This girl had long, flowing black hair, skin of the creamiest peach, well set breasts, and only a pleasure trail of hair leading to her hot box. A modern day Snow White. I didn’t even know where to begin. I was at a loss for action. Angel’s commanding voice brought my out of my trance and back to where I should be. Here, having this girl at my every beckon call. “Stand |
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