I don’t know how to tell you. I’m not good with words, I’m not good at this, I don’t know!” I stared at him angrily. He only smiled.“You d...n’t know, but it was good. You better find words and use them. What you mean is that this was good enough for you to let four perfect strangers pick you off the street and bring you here.”“You made me come! You kidnapped me and tied me up.”“You could have used your password and you’d been free to go a second later," he smiled. He seemed to enjoy the exchange. Thuesday night after he was done he asks "Can I do you now?" I knew what he meant but I replied "What do you mean?" "Let me show you" and his hand attempts to reach inside my jeans. I stop him but he persists and soon his fingers are touching my cunt. "Wow, are you ever wet!" he exclaims. His fingers probe my crack and he rubs my pussy lips, up and down. A finger gets inserted partways into my cunt and he strokes it in and out while his thumb goes to work on my clitoris. I am so hot and horny,. My favourites turned out to be apair of French knickers, they're cut like boxers and thematerial was awesome. I could have worn those all day theyfelt so great. She told me that girls wore these to avoid avisible panty line. I also liked the thongs and g-strings.It seemed too weird to be wearing something so small thatslid right up the crack of your butt. The sensation of mybutt being touched like that felt just a bit too good.She told me that she would have hidden the penis so that itdidn't. Burrowing into me ... Into all of my holes...” She’s breathing heavily as she talks, and her nipples look bone hard ... She continues, “I’ve played with worms a bit, and a few little bugs ... But I want to play with lots of bugs, the bigger the better ... And have them all over me – inside me ... With people watching...” Again, she shudders a little, looking like she’s on the edge of an orgasm without even being touched (by herself or a bug!)We cut to a wider angle, taking in the graveyard.