She grabbed the rest of her clothes on as she continued to say she was sorry, she should never had done this. I tried to stop her to tell her it was a...right but she wouldn’t listen. She grabbed her purse and rushed out the front door. She couldn’t believe what happened, what she did, she knew it was wrong. She pulled over to the side of the road and took a big breath, trying to calm down. She could still feel her nipples were hard and very sensitive. She shivered and felt a jolt of pleasure. She manages to grip it between two fingers with her wrists bound together, and sticks it silently between her lips. My lighter flares to life in the near-darkness, and she sucks the flame gently into the cigarette. Puffing gently, she leans back and draws the cigarette away from her mouth in a satisfying drag. ‘Thank you,’ she says. I go back to my corner and sit down. I can’t think of what to say to that. * * * She shuffles along the broken pavement with awkward steps – I’ve cut the tape. I didn't know who, but I suspected it to be Jake. She said to me "PLEASE, don't tell anyone" I assured her that I wouldn't say a word, but I was sure getting a hard on just pictureing it in my mind. I told her we needed to talk later, and she agreed. She continued to cook, and the smell of bacon and pancakes awoke the rest of the guys, and one by one they came staggering into the kitchen. Ms. Clark was careful not to bend over, or to lean, so as not to show off any more of her body when the. Once I reached her panties I took the front of them between my teeth and slowly began to tug them down towards her feet. As her trimmed bush appeared I stopped long enough to plant a kiss on her fur. The moment my lips touched her there, she convulsed, thrusting her hips upward. In doing so, it was easy for me to get her panties down off her ass. Removing them the rest of the way was easy. Now she was lying there nude on the blanket before me. Now, if you've read part one of this story you know.