I know nothing else except a desperate need for release. I wouldn't want to know his name and I wouldn't want to tell him mine.This is how my fantasy ...with my gorgeous stranger would unfold...I'm leaning into him and I'm dancing hypnotically to the music and breathing in his masculine scent. I keep on touching his arms and leaning against his chest making it perfectly clear that I'm attracted to him. I'm swaying my hips seductively from side to side as I sip the drink he's offered me. Damn!. It exuded pleasure; innocent pleasure, a kind of childhood pleasure; a pleasure that portrayed the fact that she, and them, were as happy as Larry. They looked extremely happy anyway.I remember twisting my head to try and look on her face. I wanted to see what she was like. How beautiful she was. I was struggling to look on her face and on more than one occasion I contemplated changing tables.My food arrived and I sat and ate; every now and then turning to watch her and to see what she was. Uska figure 34-28-34 hogi wo hamesha top aur short skirt pehenti hai jab wo hamare ghar me aati hai to mei use piche se dekh kar pagal ho jata hoon uuuuiiiiiii kya figure hai uski, uska gaand to bohot bade hai mei hamesha uski gand ko skirt ke upar se he dekhta tha meri mummy-duddy bhi use bohot pyar karte hai use beti jaisa byahar karte hai aur mujhe ye sab bohot accha lagta hai ek din ki baat hai hamare ghar me party ho raha tha.Kyuki mere bhaya entrane exam me pass ho gaya tha. Toh wo bhi. You then pull on the rope connecting my nipples and cock. Kim starts lowering my hands. My whole body starts toward the floor. I land on my hands and knees, catching my breath. While on my hands and knees, Lisa starts removing the nipple clamps and the thin ropes on my cock and balls. The spreader bar is removed from my ankles and the ropes off my wrist cuffs. I am still breathing heavy from the paddling. Kim slides a small coffee table up behind me. The two of you.