Her long, blonde hair, still wet from her shower and struggles, hung limply over her gagged and blindfolded face. The white collar contrasted so well ...with her tanned skin. Stephanie's breasts seemed to beg for Jeff to touch them and lick them and pinch them. Her California slender form was so delicious that Jeff found his cock getting hard again.Stephanie felt the stranger gently push her down and she found that she was sitting on her parent's toilet. Obviously the stranger wanted her to. Even without the firm pressureof the grips at her ankles, neck and wrists she doubted if she could have freedherself, with her legs bent back in a vee like that. Any muscular effort wouldhave merely pressed her more firmly into position. She was utterly in the powerof the machine. Strangely, the fact of being secure and helpless excited her. There was noescape from her fate, a fate she had dreamed of ever since her earliest memories.It was time to be spitted, time for her spitted, wriggling. I let it slip from my mouth and I pull back and Talia moans again, this time in disappointment. “Mmmm, don't stop,” she meows, “Please, don't stop.” “Let’s get packed up and move down to The Dunes,” I say with slight urgency in my voice. “Remember what Lynnette said. We can do anything we want down there!” After gathering our beach gear together, we’re walking hand-in-hand toward The Dunes. We’ve elected to stroll along the water’s edge and let the waves rush over and around our feet. The wind. She kissed him as her legs opened and Max moved on top of her. He lay over her, his body supported on his out stretched arms. Her legs wrapped around his thighs as she reached between them and took his rapidly growing cock in her hand. Her hips rose as she rubbed the head along her wet pussy. She whimpered as he pulled away and each time he got close enough for her to get the head in her he would pull away again. He slyly smiled down at her as he teased her. She angrily cried out, “Come on Max….