As he rubbed me through my knickers he said “You’re so wet” and I replied “I need fucking”. He stood back a little and unclipped his pants, ...ulling down his underpants his 5” was stood fully erect.Pushing up my skirt he dragged my knickers down, as landed on the floor I stepped out of them, he rubbed me again and soon had a couple of fingers inside me. He lifted up my leg and slipped himself straight into my warm wet cunt. With both my arms wrapped around his neck, as he and I were snogging. She picked at the gap between ankle and left cuff with her fingernailand saw the chain was fastened to the interior of each by a half-link incorporatedseamlessly into the side of the shackle itself.She also saw twin fading red marks left on her wrists by some unknownclamping devices and her heart leaped into her throat when she observed,seconds later, there were no hinges, locking mechanisms, bolts or rivetheads to be seen on the ankle cuffs' cool silver surfaces."What bloody prankster did this. Her full, firm breasts bounced invitingly in front of Steve and he groaned in anticipation. Joanne scooped up her left breast and slowly teased the nipple with her tongue, her right hand moved to her pussy and started playing with her clit. She surprised herself, in the past she had been too reserved to be this open with someone, but tonight she had found a new liberation. She openly masturbated in front of Steve, she was enjoying every second of it. He relented to the pressure and began. “You’re a little wet down there,” he grinned as he swiped his thumb across his fingertips. “That must have been quite an itch.” “I – uh – I –” before she could make up an explanation she felt his hand between her legs again. “Tell me about it. Tell me what was going on when you were scratching your itch.” His voice was softer now and unintimidating. But as soothing as his tone was, she still felt compelled to answer his questions. “I was just – I – uh – was –” she was distracted by the touch of.