"Maybe something, maybe nothing. Come on, I'll show you." She led the way down the track, Freddie followed enjoying the site of her backside, as it fo...ght against the constraints of her shorts, and her legs; nut brown from months spent outdoors excavating in the Aegean and the Anatolian peninsula.It was odd, Freddie thought, the way that she combined the bookish air of a university don with the healthy outdoors-girl look. On the other hand he wasn't complaining.The track led down to where the. I straighten my shoulders and feel the light chain tighten and the little bell ring softly. Amused, I smile softly and arch my back a little, hearing the bell ring once more.My distraction is interrupted by the sound of the heavy door opening; I feel my heartbeat change, small butterflies in my belly. What is ahead? Will I bear it with grace?I hear soft steps and little bells ringing with each step, slightly more sounds than mine. Are they connected to nipple chains, too, or perhaps on ankles?I. She still wore the tank top shirt and had removed her shorts. I stepped round behind her and quietly admired her ass while I slipped off my pants. My erection sprang from my underpants like a Cobra from its wicker basket. When I reached down to stroke her cunt I felt her body suddenly twitch. I merely wanted to make sure that she was wet. Her cunt was warm, fleshy, and moist under my fingertips. I could hear her breathing growing heavier like an a****l in a state of panic. "Relax, Angela.. She breathed hot and wet. She cooed and sex felt fifty times more pleasurable, more intimate, more right, than it had ever had. Her heart was thundering. If she closed her eyes, she was lost at sea. If she looked into his, she was chained to the rocks. Her voice kicked up octave after octave as her freckled shoulders and cleavage burned red. She clenched her teeth but couldn’t hold in the moans.She was a moaner. Her pure sex symphony tickled Ron’s brains through his ears. Slow or not, his cock.