They sat and began chatting, telling each other what they had been up to in the last year – he worked for a large energy company, she had worked var...ious jobs, in a small art gallery, as a party planner, typical trust-fund girl stuff. Inevitably the conversation turned to that night in Zurich. "I can't believe I let you take my virginity like that, in front of the other girls," she said, "I mean, I'm glad I did, but still..." "Well, alcohol can do that," said John. "No, I hardly had anything to. ” I whispered brusquely as I untied his shorts and tugged them down a bit. He took my cue and acted on it. His hands travelled to my chin and his lips once more locked mine and he stepped me back against the trunk of his car. His mouth left mine again and he finished removing his shorts followed by his boxers. I knew he would want to fuck me from behind and I was more than happy to bend over across the truck of his car. My nipples and stomach pressed against the cold steel of his car only. His arms were out to his sides and there were small weights attached to his wrists. Cables ran from the top of his wrists through rings in the ceiling, then over to the wall behind him, down the wall, then between his legs and were fastened to the hood worn by their 12 year old daughter Anna. A ball gag had been placed into her husband’s mouth which limited him to only muffled sounds. Anna's face was almost totally buried in her father’s crotch. The little girl was only slightly able to pull. Barely able to catch my breath, I answered, "Yeah, I get a hard-on." You're hard right now?" she whispered. Without waiting for an answer, she moved her hand between my thighs right up to where it covered the hard shaft of my cock. She rubbed my bulge and whispered, "God, Rickie! The whole front of your jeans are swelled out." Leaving her hand on my cock, just barely caressing the bulge, she said, "What do you do when it gets like this?"Taken aback by her question, I stammered, "Well, I..I.