She was attempting to kick out but compared to my muscular, 6'5" body she was not escaping any time soon. I tied her ankles with the zip tie and knew ...he was mine - at least until I'm finished with her. I often wonder if these girls deserve this, walking out here all alone. Either way, I win.I stepped off he body and stroked my throbbing cock through the material of my pants. I could see her struggling but it was already over. I picked her up with ease and took her to the side of the path. Then I went to her mouth and collected her saliva and I spit on her armpit and licked it. We had this armpit licking session for more than 20 minutes.Slowly I entered her hip and waist. I kissed everywhere and bit on her waist. She shouted like anything and continually did the same on both the sides. She hold my hair tightly and make me to bit it hard. She enjoyed it with loud moaning ….. I put my tongue into her umbilicus.Again I spit on her umbilicus and licked it for some time. My hands were. She’d become a staple of the neighborhood, walking to and from work 5 or 6 nights a week, always taking the same route, the denizens of the bar giving her a good looking over as she passed, greeting her with low whistles or crude come ones, but never bothering her beyond that. She’d become Blondie, when they bothered to say hi, which was more and more often as the months went by. Blondie the waitress girl. She’d smile shyly, occasionally greeting one or two who seemed permanent fixtures by the. In about forty more minutes... I swear that man is a mind reader. I saw him giving me a sly grin behind the teacher's back like he just knows what's going through my head at any given time. Then again this was all part of his plan, so he probably could guess what I was feeling pretty easily. Then I noticed his expression shift from a grin to something not quite angry, but stern. Like a parent about to scold their child for stealing a cookie from the cookie jar before supper. I didn't realise.