My sore derriere chafed on the remnants of the pinebark mulch I had just hauled home for my garden, the roads Marie wastaking were obviously back road...s as the bouncing was severe. I writhedin my bonds and was tormented by the horrid plastic chastity pinched mypenis and scrotum and my sore rear made my ride an agony.After an indeterminate time the truck slowed and turned into a parkingarea I raised my head to see where I was and was terrified by the sightof a row of motorcycles. I could hear. The women stroked each others breasts, sides, legs, as they lay and kissed, as Mary answered Carlie’s questions as to why she had come round that evening. Her words tumbled out about her French teacher, their meetings and his offer of a room in France. Her attempt to get Tom’s permission to go and then about how frustrated she was especially because of what had happened and....Carlie stopped her with a kiss, her tongue pushed deep into Mary’s mouth, as she started to take control. As they. I could feel the heat of her pussy through her shorts. She kept rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy on my hand with each movement, her moans coming more rapidly and her breathing more deep. Then she began to shudder in total bliss, and she had her first orgasm at the touch of my hand. She straightened up in the passenger seat of my truck and grabbed the breathalyzer. She was still really drunk, and I still was not going to put her on the road, but it was now 1:30 in the morning. Tabhe us ladki ne mujhse kaha ki kya aap mere bottle mai pani bhar denge please, maine kaha zaroor kyu nahe.Mai pani bhar kar le aya aur use de diya.Usne mujhe thanks kaha, is tarah hamare bato ka sil sila chal pada maine uska name pucha to usne apna name divya bataya.Aur wo amritsar se aa rahe thi, aur howrah ja rahi thi,, maine use bataya ki mai varanasi ja raha hu,usne bataya ki wo morning mai 8 baje howrah paunchengi, uski birth mere samne he niche wali hai,hame bat karte karte sham ho.