Unknown - Spread for pleasure

About forty-five minutes later she ambled down the stairs, her arms filled with dirty linen. Stephi wordlessly helped her put everything in the washing machine and then said, "Judging from that you can use more than just cereal and milk for breakfast."

Chris blushed and giggling replied, "Bacon and eggs plus cereal would be much better."

Chris and Stephi both dressed in comfortable old sweat shirts and running pants sat quietly sipping coffee. During breakfast Stephi told Chris that Joe had called. He told Stephi Chris was to stay in the house and he would stop by in the early evening to discuss Marilyn and the case in general.

"So I guess I'll check on the laundry and then hunt for a good book," Chris said starting to get up from the table.

"Let me help you with the sheets. It's easier for two people to handle them," Stephi said putting her cup down and rising from the table.

As Stephi stood up Chris was suddenly aware of Stephi's large breasts and firm nipples pressing hard against the soft fabric of her well worn sweat shirt. She averted her eyes with difficulty and looked to see if Stephi was conscious of her staring.

Stephi smiled and said, "Let's get the sheets into the dryer, OK?"

The damp sheets were heavy and Chris was glad Stephi had offered to assist her. It was while the were working with the second of Chris' sheets that their hands met, whether by design or accident neither knew.

Chris looked at Stephi whose face and exposed neck were deeply flushed. Her lips were slightly parted and there was a thin row of perspiration beading her upper lip. Chris felt her small breast harden and her nipples grew as if they had a life of their own. Turning to Stephi Chris' voice shook as she said, "I guess we're done with that for now. What should we do now?"

Stephi extended her strong hand and led Chris into the bed room. Whispering softly, "Make love to me please."

Chris put her arms ground the lovely blond woman and pressed her aching breasts against Stephi's full bosom. She felt Stephi's erect, large nipples pressing against her own and she gasped with delight.

Stephi's hands tugged at the draw string of Chris' track pants which finally slithered to the floor as Chris stripped off her tattered sweat shirt. Chris gently pressed Stephi back onto the bed and after sliding her pants off straddled the Danish beauty pressing her blond pubic mound firmly against Stephi's paler blond pussy.

Grunting with ungovernable passion Stephi thrust and ground her hips into Chris' firm pelvis. She rolled her head from side to side and spread her thighs wide as her hands seeking hand holding Chris' loving body close. With a deep groan Stephi came. Chris could feel the warmth of Stephi's cum soaking her pubic hair and the inside of her thighs. Stephi clung to Chris' hips and shivered as the spasms of her repeated orgasms moved resolutely through her throbbing, yearning body.

Panting and flushed Stephi opened her eyes at last and whispered, "I want you again darling." She gently slid out from under Chris' uncontrollably eager body and gently pressed Chris down on the bed.

Whimpering, her chest heaving with desire Chris begged, "Tie my hands, please."

Stephi leaned over the aroused young woman and as her large breasts brushed over Chris' full, stiff nipples Chris reached and held them tight begging, "Tie me for God's sake." Stephi reached into her bedside table drawer and brought out two soft, fur covered pink tapes. Straddling Chris' thrashing, thrusting body she slipped the tapes over the bed posts and with no difficulty over Chris' delicate, straining wrists and arms.

As Chris was now beyond control. Her mouth was open, she was rolling her head from side to side whimpering and squealing unintelligible sounds. Stephi still straddling the frenzied beauty moved her hands down to Chris' wet and thrusting crotch.

Then sliding her lips and tongue slowly down the arched, yearning body of her lover she reached the wet, warm center of Chris' desire. Placing he hands firmly one either side of Chris' eager cunt she gently pulled the skin until Chris' tiny, rigid little pearl of love burst forth.

Chris was now uttering little screams and thrusting her hips with furious urgency. Stephi took the stiff pink clit into her mouth and sucked hungrily. Chris shrieked, her body stiffened and Stephi's mouth quickly filled with the salty, womanly tasting token of Chris' unrestrained ecstasy.

As the spasms of Chris' intense and prolonged climax passed Stephi felt Chris' hands moving gently through her hair. Lifting her eyes she saw that the lovely blond had broken the soft, pink restraints Stephi had used.

Sitting back on her haunches Stephi laughed as she whispered to the now quiet Chris, "It's a good thing those love restraints come in packages of twelve."

Chris smiled tenderly and opened her arms to her big breasted, artful lover. Arms entwined they lay quietly on the bed and finally slept in each other's loving grasp.

It was close to noon when both women were roused by the soft buzz of the telephone. Stephi rolled onto her back and reached for the instrument on her bed side table. The conversation was brief and limited to grunts of affirmation from Stephi.

After replacing the phone she remained sitting and said, "Chris, that was Joe. He will pick you up in about an hour. He wants you to ID some people from pictures he has."

Chris jumped out of bed her little boobs bouncing as she ran first to the john and then to scoop up her discarded clothes. She heard Stephi laughing and stopped. "What's so funny?"

"You still have the ties on your wrists. It looks wicked and funny." Chris blushed as she pulled the soft pink ribbons from her arms. Then she picked up her clothes once again and ran up the stairs to her apartment to shower and dress.

It was closer to one-thirty when Joe and a tall, black police officer in uniform arrived. Joe introduced his companion as Sergeant Lynden who shook hands with Chris his large hand large, firm hand completely covered hers.

Chris requested that Stephi be present and Joe said that would be fine. Stephi, dressed in slacks and a non-revealing cotton blouse, climbed the stairs minutes after Chris called to her.

Chris, in jeans and a soft, pink cowl necked sweater, sat demurely next to Joe on the tiny couch.

"OK let's get started on this," Joe said reaching for a brief case that rested against the side of the couch.

Joe handed Chris a large brown envelope and said, "There are pictures of a dozen people in this. I would like you to put a name and if possible a please of meeting to each one."

Chris pulled the pile of pictures out of the envelope and scanned them all quickly. The she started through the pile again taking each picture in turn and commenting on it before handing it to Joe.

Sergeant Lynden took notes as Chris talked. As Chris returned each picture she noticed that Joe entered a number on the back and then handed it to Lynden.

Of the twelve pictures it turned out that Chris was able to identify ten people. She gasped when she saw a picture of Marilyn because she looked so different from when Chris had seen her only the night before.

"How long ago was that picture taken?"

"That picture is over two years old. We got it from the Betty Ford Clinic in Palm Springs. Your friend Marilyn has been treated for substance abuse at least once. That's how she looked when the Ford people first got her."

"My God. And I think she may be headed that way again," Chris said shaking her pretty head.

"Yeah," Sergeant Lynden said in a deeply resonant, voice, "if she survives the week you mean."

"I don't understand." Chris looked quizzically from Lynden to Joe.

"Well let's go over the situation we have been dealing with," Joe said. "Chris could we have some coffee? This explanation's going to take some time."