Across the street from the Bellevue still stood the bank, still majestic, with its impressive bronze doors, bronze-framed windows, and window ledges, ...the latter convenient resting places for those waiting for the bus. The building spoke of yesterday's prosperity, indeed, for many years, there was no bank-owed parking lot, although, Kent vaguely remembered, one was created maybe during the 1950s. Adjacent to the bank and the nearby funeral home, that lot could be used by persons coming to late. But I didn’t want to take any risks so I wanted to conform so I moved a little back and created a little space and moved my cock from the crack to the cheeks and waited to see what she is going to do. She stood like that and I got disappointed. But at the next station people rushed in and before I move forward she moved back and now my dick is in her ass crack. I got excited and I moved forward. She parted her legs little apart and I moved my growth in to her crack. I can now feel the heat of. His warm hands squeezed her breasts over their protective fabric as kavita ripped off his shirt and grabbed at his tanned muscular chest and arms, spearing her palms on his hot nipples. She let out hot gasp as sudden exhilaration overtook her; he had finally worked off her bra and pushed her hard against the wall, licking the curve of her left breast until her reached her nipple. Then he held his lips there, knowing full well that her body strained and squirmed for him. She was panting, saying. I didn't know what she would say or think if she knew. But I decided to tell her. Sooner or later, she might find out what I do to her co-workers. Then what would she think. 'It's for bondage.' I said. What's that, she responded. So for the next few moments, I told her about bondage. I told her how I enjoy girls tied up. I also told her that they enjoy it too. After I finished, she took the rope from me and asked if that was for real. You bet it is, I said. 'I've never tied it.' she said. I.