It was because she had mom's purse in her bag. Id, credit cards, cash, and everything else, had been handed over when her mother sent her home. Why sh... was stealing a western dress, she had no idea, but that could wait. The mystery of why she was wearing a school uniform was solved, and why she then thought to call herself Ayesha.'Call me, Fred,' the man told her.Ayesha went through the form with, Fred, filling out a name, date of birth and other details. Fred marked on the form that he'd seen. Then I felt her tie off the rope and cinch up the knot."How's that?" she asked."Oh fuck it hurts." I gasped. Tears began to flow."Oh sweetie," she said, her voice sounding so far away, "we've hardly begun."Then she shifted around in front of me. She caressed my face and brushed away a tear. "Aw, you pretty little thing, let's stop this crying."I forced myself to stop, but my heart kept pounding. My breath came in sharp bursts."Now," she said, "you need to make a choice." Okay." Actually, you'll. She sat at the end of the lounge and looked into her glass, again deeply and for several long moments. When she looked up again, there was a different look to her face."You know what I feel, now?" Sandy shrugged, and she went on, not having noticed or cared. "I'm angry. He just went off with her and now I've lost him." You need to stop looking into your wine glass," Sandy said. Her puzzled look made him continue. "You did that before and fell apart all over me. I need to thank you for trusting. Fred told her to slip a finger in to her pussy and carry on stroking her clit."finger fuck your self "he told hertwo fingers dissapeared inside and worked hard in and out,he could see she had found that little spot on the front wall of her pussy and was working it hard,they had discussed a womens gspot several days earlier and were it was.Fred was getting more turned on and more desperate to cum,but was managing to control him self.His cock was dry again so he told her to make it wet for him.