Somehow the card gave me strenght and I tucked it into my bra to keep it close.A slow blush and tingle crept over me and after thinking about it I had...no guilt. Yes, I’d stripped down to my underwear for a total stranger but I’d never felt safer in my life. He had the power and knew it but treated me with reverence and affection. A girl could get used to that. I sighed and put my daydreams away and went out to face the real world.Mark staggered in about twenty minutes later. I suspect he’d lost. She was not so frank as no woman would be immediately open to a stranger. I kept thinking of herThe whole time.She was beautiful and perfectly fits for the word milf.While sleeping her blanket slipped A little bit and since I was in front of her I was able to see her cleavage.She wore a kurta and her boobs were just finding spaceTo burst out of the gap.Her long silky hair, lipstick, and bindi just made me horny as fuck. Automatically my tool hardened and justWanted to be massaged. So I quietly. While your face turns lightly red from soft suffocation, the knot of your bikini top stops to exist. The softly kissing of your now naked breasts. My lips can feel that your chest starts to tremble because of the heavy work your lungs fulfill. Slowly my hand captures the hills south of your back. Your trembling hands taking away pressure by ripping pants. Slowly I feel a small trembling hand on my thigh. Gripping my wet slippery skin, searching something to hold on to. Nails sink in my skin.. And very nice too! OK, boys, get her strapped down!" I felt my breathing tighten as Jimmy and I moved forward to ourprearranged positions, Jimmy behind the weeping prisoner and mein front. Anne Curtis began to tremble anew as Jimmy pushed hera step nearer to the bench and then adjusted the bench legs sothat the hinged cushion was at Anne's hip height. Then, tellingher to get her feet apart, he secured her ankles to each leg ofthe bench before telling her to bend right forward with her.