Where was she? She remembered she was walking in the parking lot of her company and... Oh! This piece of fabric with a strong smell being forced on he... face!She was blindfolded, gagged... and tied up. It looked like she had metal manacles around her ankles, keeping her feet on the floor, with about 2 feet between them. And leather cuffs hold her wrists together, and kept her arms taunt above her head. Her torso was naked, but she could feel she wore tights, panties, and shoes. As far as she. Didi t-shirt nikalte hue apni ungali halke halke mere body par ferte hue bhi ja rahi thi jo mujhe bahut jada excited kar raha tha.T-shirt nikalne k baad didi ne meri jense k button ko khola or apna face mere lund k bilkul nazdeek laate hue meri jeanse ko niche sarkane lagi. Mera lund rock hard ho chukka tha or wo underwear ke upper se bhi saaf pata chal raha tha.Didi ka face mere lund ke itna nazdeek tha ki unki garam garam saase mere lund par lag rahi thi or mere lund ko or hard kar rahi thi.. My other hand had grabbed my cock and I was trying to stuff it into her cunt, as my weight held her down. She twisted against me, but I was able to get in, but not too well. I fucked her but could only get half my length into her. She loved it, but still resisted. Finally I’d had enough. I threw her to the side and smashed her onto the floor, mounting her in the missionary position. I held her arms above her head and roughly mauled her throat up onto her face, then forced my tongue deep into. She loved sex. Any time, place, or person. Damn she was a great fuck buddy! She asked about any fantasies I had. I mentioned I always wanted to cross dress in pantyhose, panties, bra, and a great wig. We spent the afternoon shopping and found all of my needs and a great wig that matched my natural hair color. There is a nice pic of me labeled "first pic." in the gallery. My nipples and cock were rock hard the whole time, especially while she dressed me. While assisting me with the pantyhose (I.