"So, what did you have in mind?" The soft purr of my voice matched his quiet tones. He explained, briefly, then cut the legs out of the pantyhose with... scissors. At his request, no, at his command--my agreement deprived me of the right to refuse him--I knelt, knees spread and feet touching behind me. Improvising due to the lack of headboard on a futon, he tied my feet securely together with one leg, then instructed me to lean back and grab my ankles with my hands. The second leg lashed my hands. I was so far gone i never even noticed the guy had moved into the seat right next to Jill I had both of her tits out and had my hand up her skirt you could see her pants jill said no we better go they are to close I told her we can go if she takes her pants off and hands them to the guy next to her.Jill looked at me and said you are just like them a real pervert and pulled her skirt right up pulled her pants down handed to the guy beside her and said would my husband want you to have them then. The front ornamental iron gate was unlocked which was unusual for the elderly Madame and Monsieur Lebouef. But Pierre and Chloe were away, reasoned Grace and she was sure there was no one in two days before.She peeked into the courtyard, loving the scents of the many thick shrubs. No one around, but she ventured in daringly. She would be welcomed if by chance the Lebouefs were in, but their car was not the vehicle parked below, they had a big Lexus L saloon. Stealthily, her heart bumping. My "junk" was barely adequate, but otherwise I was close to perfect. "On second thoughts, your lack of hair down there gives you a certain childlike innocence that I do find rather cute. Aren't you afraid some sleepless cop might find you a little astray from legal requirements?" I could now see her face quite clearly. She appeared to be fortyish, rather plain, dressed in some kind of tracksuit with a constant and appealing smile. We continued to exchange banter for a few minutes, during which.