"Pulling at his hands I tug us towards the dance floor making it almost impossible for him to refuse without drawing attention to us. As we stand faci...ng each other I loop my arms around his neck and move in close. I feel his body try and pull back but I am having none of it. I press myself against him as the music slows. My hips sway against his groin and I know that within a few minutes I will feel his hardness pushing back at me. Smiling to myself I press my breasts against his chest. Knowing. ‘Help me, Kaylee,’ was written in bold block letters. And around her hair was a bright red ribbon, tied in a big floppy bow above her ear. ‘How can you say this isn’t my fault?’ she asked him, tossing the picture back on the desk. ‘How can you after seeing these? You should have just left me out in that alley. Than maybe Tina would still be safe and Angie would still be alive.’ She took the gloves off her hands angrily, throwing them into the trash can next to his desk. ‘I know how easy it. We turned up at the festival and set up camp within walking distance of one of the shower / toilet blocks. They were mixed sex and were bigger than normal to give campers somewhere to change in the dry. Being the voyeur I am I was praying for some spotting during the weekend. When we all went to watch a band play I snuck back and reconned the cubicles of the toilet block nearest to our camp. Sure enough - there was a tiny hole in the join of one of the cubicles that i managed to enlarge. Fucker," she sneered back at him. "Fucker?," he asked as a free hand ran over her tits and securely grasped her throat. "That's right. Fucker," she said, reaching back and smacking him across the cheek. He was caught between furious and more turned on then he'd ever been. He shoved her head down into the bed, forcing her ass into the air. Then taking the discarded dildo, still on the side of the bed, shoved the length of it back into her. "Owww...shit," she moaned, muffled by the bed. Then.