His lips trailed up to my mouth and he kissed me long and hard. His tongue forcing my lips open, making wetness drip down my leg. I was wearing a skir...t for a reason, I hoped this was going to happen. We walked over to a tree next to the river. He pinned himself to me thrusting his hips against mine. His pants were still on, they wouldn’t be for long. There was a bulge in his pants growing bigger and bigger as his hands trailed up and down my back. His nails scratched my back. I wasn’t wearing. Omana ne jorse muje pakad liya aur me zor zor se bhose marne laga thode der ke baad mene lund nikal ke chut ke andar dala ahhhh ahhh itna maza aya muje mom boli sibizzz dast karo muje maza arha hjaan karo karo aur kari aaj mera pyaara bhuja do….Fir mene bola omana ab ulta soona pdega bcoz ab gand marni h muje doogy style me omana ne bola ki sibin aaj nai plzzuje dard hoga bcoz kbhi bhi tere dad baap ne meri gand nai mari h…Ye sunkar me aur khush higay aur bola ki aaj he gand maarini h muje. Y’gonna have to learn darlin’; when you’re with me actions have consequences.”Holding her firmly now I force her legs under her pelvis, raising her ass into the air. I rope her ankles together and run ropes out either side to secure them to the bed frame. She can move her ass up and down a little but otherwise she is stuck.With her face pressed into the bed it’s hard for my little darling to see what I’m doing, so I oblige her by dangling her leather girl scout uniform belt down in front of her. But everyone seemed preoccupied; perhaps this wouldn’t be so easy after all. I wasn’t quite sure what I’d expected – or even wanted. I suppose I wanted to be sure that someone really had been ogling my breasts. Then again, it was a bit hard to tell in such a crowd whether someone behind me was enjoying the view anyway. The tube travelled several stops, people getting on and off, squeezing past me. When it got to Liverpool Street, I decided to get off and go back in the other direction. Loads of.