But his question threw me, and my heart leaped into my mouth. What could I say? So much for my confident, flirty, 'buzzing-with-sexual-tension' attitu...e! He was going to make me say it to him, and this caused me an intoxicating mixture of shame and excited guilty pleasure. I wanted to tell him. But could I? The pause lengthened as I held his gaze, my body buzzing and my cock hardening further as each tortuous second stretched out.VIII. InterrogationAs the silence continued, the patrol car's. The next thing I remember is the tangy taste of a blondebush on my lips, and the constant thunder as I wasfucked by my first strap on. I remember thinking howwonderful it felt, and how decidedly spicy the blondetasted. I tried to give as good as I got, not wantingthem to feel left out of the action. I came hard, andoften. When it became my turn to try the strap on, Itook a moment to look at myself.I like to think that I’m an attractive woman. 5’8″ tall,with a body by. Suddenly he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up and then turning my back to the wall he imposed him on me and started kissing my body madly. He kissed on my neck, my shoulders, my chest, my chick, my face before grabbing my lips and sucking it. Both of his hands were on my breasts pressing them and mauling them like mad.Then he pushed me towards the bed until I lied on it and he bent over on top licking my navel before moving on my breasts. He started pressing my breast wildly while the other. They all readily agreed, and followed us out of the theatre. Some got in the back seat of our car and the others piled into another car.We pulled out onto the road and Phil headed off home. We had hardly gone a few hundred yards when I felt a hand slip under my shirt and start to squeeze and maul my right tit and nipple. Another hand was shoved under my skimpy skirt and fingers were exploring my sopping wet cunt-hole. Another was pushing his tongue into my mouth and I started to suck on it.