She turned around and lay on her back. Gosh! Those beautiful tits and her perfectly shaved pussy!Bella: I’m late for work, you pervert.Me: Be carefu...l, or the stress will put a strain on all those muscles I just massaged.Bella: You’re so full of shit, Aafi.Me: Language, young lady.I move up to Bella’s breasts. I could knead those soft delights for hours.Bella: There aren’t even muscles there. How is that supposed to make me relaxed? I hate it.Me: Your nipples tell me otherwise.Bella: (Fuck! He’s. She told that she was from another town; she was 19 and was studying there.Ok, I figured out that she was just trying to be friendly but those nipples were giving me a hard on I couldn't think of anything else at the moment. After finishing my burger I was about to leave when she asked me if I could give her a lift to a friend's house and of course I agreed. Her friend's was just about 10 minutes from there. We sat on the car and I took the motorway. While driving I kept looking at those. None of us expected someone so gorgeous. Blond, dark eyes, with face, shape, and aura like she could be an erotic model. When we met Krystal at the airport there were raised eyebrows on our side. God, she was lovely! Much prettier, and sexier, than her pictures had suggested. Dad and I had that instinctual male attention reaction and I suspect Mom had a bit of jealousy flare.Her English was good but accented of course. For me, that added to her already substantial allure. I struggled to avoid. He slipped the hook over the short link of her handcuffs and pressed a button on the floor with his foot. The hook rose up slowly, forcing her arms up and her body down. He left her dancing on her bare feet, walking around her wiggling form. She followed him with her eyes, watching his face as he looked at her in this awkward position. His obvious satisfaction with her sent yet another thrill through her body.Mr. Smith uncuffed her and introduced her to the St. Andrew's cross, the Swedish Horse.