“Move back” she commanded him and without releasing her grip on him, she forced him back. She screamed at him “UP AGAINST THE FUCKING TREE YOU ...ORM…IT IS TIME”. The terrified man instantly obeyed her and leant with his back to the tree, she worked silently and quickly, securing him tightly by cord around his thighs and his chest. He was utterly helpless, resigned to his terrible fate, powerless to resist the beautiful young Amazon in any way, she had total control over him. She moved. “Absolutely not allowed,” she said, pressing the breast into his hand. “Way too naughty.”“After prom he’d try to get you alone, to make out,” said Bob.“Making out is okay,” she said.He took her to the couch and laid her on it, crushing her against the back as he lay down half on her. After three or four long, hot kisses, he moved is hand to her leg, pulling her dress up so he could slide his hand under it and up to her thigh.“Careful, Buster,” she said.“He’ll try to touch your panties,” Bob. "No need to cover up, dear."Avery blushes, turns to the wall in a way that seems girlish. Her backis to the camera. She's wearing white panties, which cover a plump ass,made even cuter thanks to her nipped waist. She fidgets in her shinypink pumps, shifting her wait from leg to leg nervously."Ahhh, poor girl," the announcer says. "Are you a shy girl?" Yes," Avery says softly."But you're a sweet girl too, aren't you?" Avery is a sweet gurl," she says, sounding a little happier."You see, dear. Peter and his friends had told Johnson to leave just after I had left the night before. Johnson had at first refused, but when Peter’s Rugby buddies had insisted. He had left. I stormed in the front door and into the lounge where June was sat with Johnson and Angela. Johnson stood up, but before he could move I head butted him in the face and he went down. I dragged him to his feet and gave him a few punches to the gut, then threw him out the house. No I’m not a gentleman when it comes to.