Bree could not form words, she could only use her hand to cover her mouth while her eyes could not move from the screen of her phone. Her eyeballs were going over those texts that Andrea just sent sequentially.
"Maybe an orgasm?"
"Scissoring"
"69"
"BDSM"
Bree did not know how to feel about that. Well she did have an idea. The thought of tying Andrea up was really a cause for pleasure, talk less of actually doing it. BDSM was one of the kinks Bree had been compelled to hide away because she had never reached that particular place in a relationship where one has to completely strip themselves and lay at her will. Well, she had never really had a real relationship.
