This time, your voice seems a little less harsh; less demanding. "Yes, Mistress. I trust you."Then, I feel your hand on my cock. You are slowly pumpin... it, and to my surprise I can feel it beginning to get hard again. I feel you pull it out straight, and I feel something being slid down over it. You remove your hand, but I can feel a restriction around the base. Oh my God, I think to myself, a cock ring! I laugh, then, and you do, too. “You didn’t think I was gonna let you go all soft and. I shook at what I wrote him deciding to fully commit to his idea. I wrote "I will be running by Brookside Park in 15 minutes wearing a white T-shirt, green running shorts, socks, tennis shoes and no underwear." He wrote back "OK" and he logged off. I got dressed and ran to the park. My mind was racing as I neared the park. There was a car in the parking lot but it looked like it had been there a while with condensation covering if. The park was very dark as I entered it. All I could hear was. “Oh god, look at those tits and the nipples, nice show.” The boys all had binoculars so they could see very well the body of the young woman next door.She then ran her hands down and unbuttoned the skirt and let if fall the floor. Now she stood with only her pink panties on. She hugged herself and ran a hand down and into the panties where here middle finger slipped between her pussy lips and she felt a sudden thrill surge through her body. Oh god she wanted something really big in there oh. As I took a drink of my tea, Jim tried to push the hem of my skirt higher, but it simply would not go. Careful to maintain my composure, I lifted slightly and he shoved that skirt up to the bottom of my panties on my right hip. His hand instantly followed, his fingers tracing out the line of my underwear under the pantyhose. I thought things would end there, but it was only a moment before I felt a finger nail sawing at the tightly stretched crotch of my pantyhose and then, pushing through to.