Being tied up like that all my squeezing is mental.I am on the verge of what I know will be a shamefully, shatteringly awesome orgasm when I hear the ...first words since I woke up… A gruff, throaty whisper… powerful in spite of the low volume, “You will not dare cum before I let you.” I want to hold back… I can’t. I am worried about the consequences… my arms are aching hung the way I am. Every inch of me is sore… and I want to stand on my feet. Yet… when you flood me with your cum, I cannot stop. As I opened the door, I was surprised to see the girl from the garden centre; Becky. She was dressed just as she had been when we saw her on Sunday. It was another very hot day outside. The sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky. She was sipping from an almost empty water bottle. Her face looked hot and sweaty, and I imagined that sitting inside a van on a day like today would not be a very pleasant experience."Hi!" she said cheerfully. "Remember me? Becky? I just came by to take a look at. I arched my back, moaning even more deeply when he started to bite and lick my neck softly. It was sheer bliss and torture, what this stranger was doing to me. Soon my hips were meeting his and I was moaning like a mad woman. I dug my hands into his ass as he began to rub against me violently. We were practically fucking with clothes on. He brushed my hair soothingly away from my face and began whispering into my ear, a language I couldn’t understand. His mouth locked on mine again, and I. His pubic hair tickled my nose and almost made me laugh. He held my mouth their until I had to gasp for air and repeated that for awhile. While I was busy, Matt was about to get started. Max brought out lube and began to put it on Matt. Matt looked scared but looked like he couldn't wait to see what was going to happen. I heard the bottle cap open and heard him squeeze out some lube onto his fingers. Max put his fingers on Matts little tight hole, it puckered when he Touched it. Max.