I did what I could for being the old man that I am. She wanted to grind? Fuck it, I'll grind. I had one large hand wrapped around the side of her thro...t, the other slipping to the center of her lower back, keeping her movements accurate, so the majority of the time my hard on was rubbing under her skirt and between her cheeks.She was getting friskier, and I was throwing caution to the wind as my hand slipped from her back and around front, teasing her tiny little slit through her thong with. She could see that she was on top of some sort of raised steel platform though, and as she turned her head to one side, then the other, she could see that her manacles seemed to be secured to some sort of a massive, steel ring, with the manacles themselves seeming to be able to be mechanically adjusted somehow. She was suspended about half a foot of the platform floor. She glanced down over her athletic body, finding that her utility belt was gone. Her slim purple suit, mask, cape and yellow. It led out onto a gravel road which the refuge trucks used to take away what wasn't wanted.He was getting weary of the volunteering work for he quickly found out the workers were exploited, the council didn't even supply a lunch, let along a morning tea, you supplied that your self, they wanted work done but were not ready to pay to have it done, the good old volunteer would do it for free – COME IN SUCKER.He finished his lunch and had returned to work, he didn't hear the woman approach and the. If she had been in the backyard, she might be tempted to strip off her running outfit and enjoy it completely. She saw on the screen that it was her husband, Carl.“Wish you were here.”Carl chuckled, “You were out running, weren’t you?” It wasn’t really a question. Carl knew Karen and how she reacted to different things.“How did you know?”“Yeah, right … like we don’t both know how sweating makes you horny.”Karen giggled, “That’s not the only reason. Besides, it isn’t the running and sweating.