...oh no. I went in the wrong door..." I said faking worry." hummm...sarah why r we here?" she asked me looking at me suspiciosely. I turned around" u...hm...I was trying to take you to my locker...and I accidently opened the wrong door. I think it locked us in. " I explained and acted like I was trying the handle makeing it look like theres no lock on this simd" see. its locked....it wont be any use for us to trry to yell...no one will be out there for hours.."she sat on the floor growling"great". I didn't stop him. I encouraged him.I pulled my shirt open for him to grab at my tits in their robust (encapsulation) sports-bra to allow him to get at my tits.He undid my bra and filled his mouth with my erect nipples."FUCKING HELL, your TITs are sensational " he enthusedMy nipples enthused as well, as he devoured them. My horny young pussy was heating up, producing it's juices, in expectation of being fingered, licked, fucked.He roughly unfastened my jodphurs, and pulled them down. They were. My name is David Jones,” I told her dad. “Look, you build houses and do night security when you can find it. Your wife is starting her new job tomorrow. I don’t know what she is doing or where, but she will be home in about an hour. Look, you aren’t going to get shit tonight. Go home and screw your wife without worrying about Mandy walking in on you because you got loud. Drive your stuff over here to the neighborhood under construction. What I am doing isn’t charity, so don’t go getting all. I had better explain the inner tubes, it’s a local punishment and one that most would think barbaric, but here, it is carried out in the chapel. And, well, it1s worse than hanging that’s for sure. Two big tyre inner tubes are blown up to capacity, they are set into the trench the victim is stretched across the two tubes and the trench, secured at head hands and ankles, the tubes supporting the weight of the slightly arched body like a bridge supported by the inflated rubber tubes. So far so.