My legs were spread straight up like a v bound to the ropes and my arms were tied to the bar at the front of the swing seat witch made my hands only a...ble to be used to spread my ass cheeks he lubed me up and rimmed me a little and sroked my cock, it turned me on. then he stoped and asked to blind fold me, i said ok he put some music on and blind folded me. he started fucking me with a butt plug (the little ones with the tail) and sroked me some more, he stopped for a second and turned the music. . to be honest, I don't think I'm ready for this fun to end just yet,” she confessed. “This naughty cheerleader is still feeling pretty horny.” “Well, let's see if I can resolve this situation,” I told her. “Oh, I know you can,” Becca replied, as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “And we don't even have to leave the car.” With those words, Becca climbed into the backseat of her vehicle. She spread her legs as she lay down in the backseat. “Care to join me?” she asked. “Absolutely,” I. .. wh....... why........ oohhhhhhhh my head........” “It’s just as I said, Clarissa. I wanna fuck you.” Mark said as he stood up. “And not just you. I wanna fuck Lyana too. That’s why I kept pestering you.” Clarissa felt fear take her body. “........you....... you........... you drugged me........... you drug-oooooohhhhh..” Clarissa moaned as she felt dizzy. The room started to spin. She saw Mark stand from the chair and walk towards her. Clarissa tried to stand up, but her legs felt like. She had also hoped for a romantic interlude upon their return. It had been almost two weeks since they had made love and Lynn was again beginning to question her own sensuality. She spent the evening reading but her mind kept wandering. She found herself rereading passages because thoughts of Trisha and Carl kept flashing through her consciousness. Why did Trisha's remarks keep repeating themselves? Why did they still leave her a bit breathless? Was it because Trisha and Carl were so.