When I stopped she said not to do that again and told me to take her hands off from the chain I chained her for. Looking at her I ejected some of my s...emen out on the mattress. The whole room now smelled with hers and my semen and juices. She was calling me to take off her cuffs. I said I will eventually remove them. But I didn’t feel like to. Then after that, I started to lick her legs and slowly was coming from her legs to the thighs from there I started to go for the middle one that was her. She dressed more elegantly than his friends, wore more make-up, and seemed to have it all together. Her dark, black hair framed her face in just the right way. Her dark olive complexion was flawless, except for a small mole on the right side of her upper lip. Her lips were just a little more full and prominent that most girls he knew. Whenever she spoke, Jason found himself staring at those pouty lips and that wonderful mole.Their position in the back seat forced Elizabeth to sit with her legs. No need to leave the room till morning apart from getting something to eat, if I could stand the boredom of my situation. I was on the M4 westbound. Looking at my roadmap it seemed that the nearest accessible place with any pretence of civilisation was Marlborough, unless I counted Swindon and that seemed far too depressing. If I went to Marlborough for a meal I’d have to drive back eastwards down the A4 and get back on the M4 at somewhere like Newbury and drive back down the west bound. My body wanted her to keep going and to enter my wet pussy. Water wasn’t the only thing that was running down my leg. Tom never made my body react in this way, nor did anyone else before. My body had surrendered to her touches by spreading my legs apart to invite her to my throbbing clit. I didn’t want this, but my body was in control. It didn’t matter what my mind wanted. My body was stronger and telling me that I was going to get fucked, if I liked it or not. When her fingers brushed through.