My skin is soft and sensitive... I bet I'm ginger, probably even have freckles. Thin, cute, late teens - probably quite hot. Of course, that none of t...at makes what is to come any less twisted and sick. There's a lump in my throat the size of a Buick... No, not my throat, the girl's throat. Fear occupies her body like some eldritch god, she can scarcely move. Well, not all of that is down to fear I realise soon enough. Her hands are bound, handcuffs tightened way too tight around her slim, . “Nothing. Just imagining how you could have looked.”She smiled, leant against me, putting her hand on my thigh.“Jamie, today we talk business, but keep that image fresh as I think things could work out very nicely between us.”She put the tip of her tongue between her lips and all I wanted to do was bite it.I was intrigued but decided to be more business-like.I replied, “Yeah, fine by me. Would you like to see my work?”I handed it to her and talked her through a set of black & white images.. I'm sure the fact that she hadn't been seeing anyone for a while and hadn't had a proper passionate fuck. Where someone actually appreciated her Voluptuousness like i did. Had a lot to do with her sensitive nature then. Although, I was getting down pretty "Mandingo" on her! AH-HURU!! She fell back with me still sucking on her mouth and humping her pussy. I positioned myself on top of her in the classic missionary position. Her feet hung, limply over my buttocks. her hands rested lightly on. I was quite far from the stage but there were still a lot of people around me.Suddenly I felt something touching my ass but didn't think much of it. It was probably just someone accidentally pressing against me as the crowd kept pushing closer to the stage.A moment later I felt it again, and this time I could tell that it was a fairly big hand, squeezing my ass. I froze, not knowing what to do. The hand kept groping my ass, squeezing it hard. I heard someone growl approvingly behind me."Such a.