“put your hands on the rail babe” you said, standing behind me and kissing my neck. As soon as my hands were on the rail, I heard a rattle and the... felt something around my wrists, attaching me to the rail outside. I tried moving my hands and realised I was cuffed. “don’t worry babe, I’ll be gentle… to start” I hear to whisper, nibbling on my ear, your hands on my hips. You ran them around my front, under the shirt and up my stomach, right up to my breasts, squeezing them gently, pinching my. She was wearing the outfit you see in the photos below...When I arrived there, I saw her wearing the same outfit including the tight pink shorts. Keep in mind Amy Jo in only 5'2 tall. I slid my hand down the front of her shorts and under her panties. I started to run my hand between her legs and felt her short picky pubic hairs brushing my hand. I was also running my finger over her crack as she started to get wet. I told her to take her shorts and her panties off... which she did.I laid down. She tested it, just as Michael had done to her. Her other hand was busy with her pussy, trying to hold back the pleasure that was beginning to race through her body. She felt the pressure against her backside, her finger pushing in. She concentrated all her attention on her anus, feeling her anal ring stretching millimeter by millimeter, the pressure building as the tip of her finger began to push in. She could feel her own heat, moving her finger around the hole, teasing it open as her finger. As I walked back over to Sarah's table I could not help but walk in avery feminine way as the robe against my skin made me feel like I wasreally getting ready to become the bride-to-be.Sarah had me sit down at her styling station and as I looked around I sawthe wig that was going to be in my picture. It was a long auburn wig thatperfectly matched the color of my real hair. I thought that was going tobe a nice touch in that it would really look like I had my own hair inthe pictures. "I take it.