She wondered how the group in the cart were doing. She rightly guessed that her own position was more enviable than that of the disgraced Tharg and Ka...tya who were no doubt being brutally rabbit-punched back to sleep as often as they started to recover. And, perversely, this annoyed her. She, Francine, wanted to be the most wretched, the most despised. She wanted to be right at the bottom of the heap. She deliberately stumbled and allowed the parasol almost, though not quite, to fail to shade. Her eyes fixed on mine seeming to me to change colour becoming darker and deeper in shade of green. Next thing I know she is sitting at my table rubbing her foot up and down my inner calf. She opened her mouth about to speak her luscious full lips needing to be kissed but not sure how to get to that situation. “Hi my name is Jenny”, came the voice so seductive I instantly got wet. “What is yours?” “My name is Gaby”, I whisper back try not to show how much she turns me on. “I can't. Don’t rush, I’ve got it under control.She threw her phone back in her bag and went about fixing her mascara that had run from her emotional exhibition. She’d planned for this and the supplies she’d need. In no time she looked better than when she had started the night. She tucked her purse next to the door in case she’d need to make a hasty exit. She unzipped her pencil skirt, unbuttoned her blouse, and unhooked her bra, placing them all atop the purse.One last glance in the mirror and she. She stated that she was really horny and wanted to be bound and gagged while I did whatever I wanted to do to her. She pulled out several strands of rope and a cloth gag from a folder she was carrying and gave them to me. She said she had forwarded her phone to mine so we shouldn't be interrupted. I couldn't resist. I had her strip to the waist and sit in a chair. Within moments, she was secured to the chair and a gag was between her lips. I let her sit there, struggling against the ropes for.