He pulled her pussy lips apart pinching her clit hard, rubbing it between his fingers, watching her exspression change, sensing her arousal yet involu...tary wetness. Plunging 3 fingers immediately up her wet cunt. Yes my slut, you will be stretched today. She gasped as she realized she was in his total control. She tried pulling herself up but he shoved her down on the seat, plunging his thumb into her unlubricated ass. She jumped at the new sensation. He laughed evily, he took the seatbelt. " Kinky?" Yep. Like leather and lace and chains and..." In public?" I almost screamed."Sure. What have you got to lose? You already gave up on your old life. You wanted to die, right? So who cares about being embarrassed?" Okay... I think" She had me there. And my promise. I wondered how much weirder my life was going to get.Greg pulled out a key, and removed the handcuffs. I stretched, and rubbed my wrists. "How come you've got handcuffs and..."He smiled. "Gracie likes to play bondage games. I felt ashamed and yet turned on at the same time. I should just get her dressed and call her cab or something. I t was getting harder to think though. My mind and my eyes kept wandering back to the bedroom.I went back in to the bedroom with intention of getting her dressed. Honest I did. I sat down on the edge of bed and decided to take one last good look at her. What harm could it do? I was just looking after all. I let my eyes travel over her form drinking her in. My eyes kept wandering back. The anticipation on his face was almost comical. As for me, I was getting stirrings. I had been thinking about this since last night and could hardly concentrate during the day. Now my body was starting to react to the mental stimulation. There were a few people crossing through the park; more than I had hoped for. Most seemed to be hurrying their way home. My mental plan and image that I had focused on all day was of him fucking me standing up against the wall. The picnic shelter.