I was dragged to a nearby tree and my hands forced behind its big trunk and tied tightly."Legs as well," said Bobby.I've never liked Bobby, he was alw...ys staring at me, at my chest and legs. My ankles were pulled apart, the rope passed around the trunk and tied.I woke with a start my body hot and my fingers between my legs."Shit," I hissed then looked over at my sleeping husband.I've never told anyone about that hot summer's afternoon some ten years ago now but I had often re-lived it inside my. I was just looking at some art pictures on the web. How cum there are almost no real life pictures of GH action? Just wondering. Anyway, back to the parks.OK. Down the road about 20 miles is a riverfront park where it's almost always worthwhile to stop for a suck or five. Naturally there's lots of older guys, but I guess they're everywhere. This is kinda the usual park setup, with trails through the bushes, etc., but they are right by the river, so that's kinda cool, but you have to be a little. The arrogant Feminist glared furiously into the camera. If looks could kill, they’d all be dead. Her proud arrogant eyes still glimmered with the flames of defiance. She tried to give her fiercest look, praying it would take away from the power of her debasement. And yet there she was all in Pink from the stupid bow on her head to the little panties on her ass. The little pink skirt didn’t even cover her ass, leaving the pink panties totally exposed. Even her face was pink, blushing with. Down at the other end of the room is a video camera on a stand that’s hooked up to a TV monitor. Go in there and put the video recorder under the monitor in record mode.” Aarti was as puzzled as before: “And then what?” “OK, I’ll tell you the truth. There’s been a lot of arguments among the guys about whether or not you’ve got some padding tucked away in your bra cups to make your figure look so sensational. Now, myself, I just can’t believe that anything that moves that well can be anything.