The bound girl willed herself not to move as she felt her long hair being pulled back into a pony tail. The leather enveloping her head became even mo...e constrictive as more buckles and zippers were pulled and fastened. The tangy smell of leather now filled her nostrils and her hearing became muffled.Amanda waited in her silent darkness.With a not-so-gentle tug, she felt her legs being pulled straight and held there. Then she felt something being wrapped tightly above her knees. Amanda knew it. She looks like south Indian actress Anushka Shetty, only much fairer. She studies in Delhi. She only comes home once a year.During the lockdown, my elder sister was fully at home. I used to have an attraction to her from a very young age itself. But she was very orthodox and traditional. She only wore traditional dresses. Jeans were the most modern dresses that she ever wore. But she was in a relationship with a person. I knew they used to have regular phone sex and sex chats.One day, I got her. On his walk home he stops to buy some of the recommended gear to wear while training. They have rules about what you can and can’t wear there, and about other support equipment like drink bottles and bags they allow into the facility.Mack arrives at home in time for a late lunch. When he walks in Helen asks, “Do you want me to cook you something for lunch?”He smiles as he replies, “No, I’ve got a craving for a particular lunch, so I’ll cook it myself.” Helen finds the idea of a teen boy cooking. He was fucking her for a good five minutes or so and then he started grunting a bit from the effort. And since he didn't sound like me, that's when she turned around and realized a stranger was fucking her. She wasn't quite as happy about it as I had hoped. She freaked out a fair bit, but I quickly sat down next to her and held her hands. Not that I really needed to hold her down or anything as he had a pretty good grip on her hips as he was pounding away into her. After a little bit, the panic.