The blonde fastened a blindfold over her eyes and knelt on the blanket.For the next thirty minutes, nothing happened, well almost nothing. The blonde ...knelt utterly still in the warm evening air.I was now clad only in my tee and panties having slipped off my shorts. Using my phone, safe in the knowledge that my quarry was blindfolded, I zoomed in for a closer look.I could see condensation beading on the champagne bottle and running down to the crisp white napkin wrapped around the base.I could. ." You are going to be my bitch and will fuck or suck or submit to anyone or any animal I tell you to fuck ..." Terrified but finally accepting that she is in over her head, she decides to make a run for it. He is real and will do everything and anything he wants. There is no way out. This is no longer a role-playing BDSM session. This is real-life and he is going to take her, use her, abuse her, then sell her when he tires of her. If only she can tell him that she gives up, that he does. Susan returned to the walls to feeling for clues but was soon stopped in her tracks by a burning sensation sweeping over her skin. Her dress felt like it was on fire and she fell to the ground, ripping her dress apart in desperation to get it away from her skin.A few seconds of thrashing later and Susan's dress was a pile of shredded fabric with an underwear clad Susan, lying flat on her back beside it, trying to get her breath back. She looked up at the countdown which had just passed the. She was barely lubricated, but it was good enough for that circumstance. She squeezed me and I started to deliver slow shallow thrusts.My thrusts were awkward, due to my lack of experience in this position. My hands kept fiddling with her clitoris as well as my own penis. She felt I wasn't doing a good job, so I agreed to switch positions. I stood with my back against the tree. She faced me and we got into a vertical missionary position.This new configuration worked like a treat. She knew what.