It was over,or so I thought, He finally rolled off of me, and took a deep breath, 'Maricone, he said,if that was your first time, you're a fuck'n...natural. I know some bitches been fucking half their Damn ives an they ain't that good.' I didn't respond, he rubbed my back, from my shoulder to my ass, I didn't look at him, I didn't know if I could ever look at him again after this. He kissed my shoulder, ran his hand down my back again, his hand came up between my cheeks and his fingers. I stroke your arms, down to your wrists, and then my strong hands grip your wrists and hold your hands against the railing. You give a muffled yelp of surprise. With my other hand I quickly remove my belt and use it to tie your wrists to the balcony railing.I grip your hips and pull you backwards slightly, causing your to bend at waist and support yourself with your tied hands. I raise your skirt above your hips, baring your beautiful ass to the night air, then drop to my knees and start. Now your breasts are being pecked and sucked, your shoulders being massaged, your thighs being tickled... There is a tongue sliding up your spine and it sends shivers, amplifying all the other movements over your hot body. You gasp and catch your breath at every changing sensation as the senses give you here, at this beach, wash over you like thousands of little sparks penetrating your being. Sensations swirl within you, popping here and there and drawing warmth all around your insides. You. In the background there was the vague cooingsound of young pigeons and if you breathed in hard the accompanying smell wasthere too The place could have been deserted but I knew it wasn't. I started towardthe stairs but saw a movement out of my left eye. A man. A large black man,slightly the wrong side of middle age with a shaven head, coming out of theshadows at me. I stopped. As he got close I could see he was wearing a securityguard's uniform. One thing I knew about security guards in the.