She envisioned the ridge of her hooded clit protruding from her labia, as she knew it was, and she envisioned the tip of her clit protruding from its ...hood, begging to be touched, rubbed, squeezed, and even abused. Her clit was so sensitive she knew it it would be torture to be rough with it, but sometimes she needed to punish her clit in the worst way to get off in the best.Really, that was just in her imagination. She didn't want to injure herself. She didn't want to abuse her clit so much. I was satisfied with myself: sleekly dressed with a short skirt, a blouse with a deep cleavage and high heels. I know that every horny guy has the thought of fucking me stiff when he looks at my big tits and long legs.I returned to my seat, slipped out of my shoes and got my mink coat out of the luggage compartment because it was quite cold due to the air conditioning. But the real thought was that I just wanted to have something to cover if it should get to a point. No problem; the seats. We brushed against each other, warm, wet and smooth. My cock was poking out at a right angle as was Steve’s and occasionally they would swipe at each other like fleshy swords!“Here, move back a bit and I’ll soap you down”, Steve said lathering his hands with the gel.I stepped out of the water stream and allowed him to wash me. He ran his hands over my back first and down to my backside, making me gasp as a hand ran into my crack. He moved over my chest, brushing my nipples and down over my. He tried to pull away but i managed to hold him in position, by now my own need for release was urgent, i told him to get himself over the heavy wooden dining table, it was a robust table i figured and would take what was to come, he duly placed himself over the table standing on the floor i tied his ankles apart to the legs & bound his wrists together and tied those to another leg of the table, now with any guy i fucked they without exception get blindfolded and gagged , and in my experience.