She left her micro bikini off, grabbed my hair roughly and walked me to a metal frame on the spacious lawn. She intended to torture me naked, which I ...as grateful for because as I said earlier, she had a body to die for. Though in something of a daze and thoroughly spent, She shoved me under the frame by my pulled hair. Miss Tonya had me put both wrists together and raise them above my head and strapped into a leather harness hanging from a bar. Miss Tonya ordered me to spread my legs as wide. “He’s the guy who came just looking at my tits on the beach earlier.”“Hey,” Vicki said, “Why don’t we call him ‘cum-Bob’?” Everyone laughed, including me.“Yeah, cum-Bob Spare Pants” I said mimicking the children’s TV show “Sponge-Bob Square Pants.” That drew even more laughs. “Oh, I heard about you, cum-Bob.” Said Mark. Leaving me to wonder just how word had traveled so quickly. But it was a small motel and he and Marcie obviously got along well. She had bent over behind the counter to get. The two college guys were both watching her trying to figure out what she was doing. Stacy sat back down. "Yes sir. I will take off my panties..right here." Stacy whispered. Stacy looked around to see if anyone was watching. The two college guys next to us were pretending to be in a conversation with each other but both were looking all over the place. They were both clearly turned on by Stacy and wanted to check her out. "After you take them off, I want you to hand them to me." I told her.. He said, “You’re damn right you are!” She saw the opportunity and peeled off her few clothes.“I’m horny too so let’s do something about that!”There was a very wet and swollen pussy waiting for mewhen I walked into our trailer. She told me all abouthow they screwed the afternoon away until just before Icame home. She would have a nice wet one for me any timenow. About a week later she was real hot one day. As Islammed into her jucey twat she told me that.