Her foot the odd time moving underthe water and brushing my hard on. While talking I started to notice a bitof a tingling sensation from my skin. Sh...ugging it off as the booze andcold to hot jump, said nothing. We carried on talking and laughing, bothfeeling the effects of the booze. As we finished the last of the beers andthe jets turned themselves off we decided it was time to get out. As westood I felt the air on my skin make a very weird tingling feeling, muchstronger than before."My. The fact he was young, lean, well toned and with, from what i could tell a well proportioned piece of equipment stretching her, I suppose had something to do with it too. Not the first time and no doubt not the last. So do not worry on her account.And now once again, in mid afternoon, she is kneeling between my legs and gulping down my stiff cock in her mouth. I do not want to come yet, I want the sweet pleasure of what lies at the top of her legs to be the repository for my juice. I grab her. “Oh preacher-man, I wish this was your tongue tantalizing my hot clit!”Cindy has not felt this alive in years. Oh god, the preacher-man made her so fucking hot. She removed the rest of her pajama’s, climbed out of bed, and walked over and opened the curtains of her big bay window. She then proceeded to masturbate calling out the preacher’s name repeatedly. With one hand she brought her hard nipple to her mouth sucking and biting it as her other hand was on the toy fucking her twat. Hell she did. He grabbed my right wrist and quickly looped a doubled up rope around it. He then took my right foot and pulled it up to my hand, realising the situation I was in, I struggled violently for a few seconds before he managed to cross my wrist and my ankle and tie the two of them tightly together. He tied them very tight; I couldn’t struggle at all against the rope. He took his weight off me now, knowing that half tied up I wouldn’t be able to get away from him. He tied the rope to a close by.