Zamora had been in the yard for a couple of hours and had finished several Tequila’s. She was fast asleep in her drunken stupor. She didn’t think ...ob was coming over today because it was afternoon and he usually would come to fuck her in the morning. So she had a couple more Tequila’s than usual and was quite drunk. Rob told Bill he had to go up stairs and get a shirt on. When he got to his room he looked out and saw Mrs. Zamora sleeping nude in her back yard. Just like always, when he saw her. All right, then how about Saturday. I can come over all day ... Sure, ten it is ... See ya then ... All right, I will."I listened to the whole thing. I heard her setting up yet another gang-bang. I knew that I still wanted her, but I didn't know if I could stand this. This wasn't just a gang-bang, it was more like a gang-machine-gun-blast.I grabbed my windbreaker and headed for the door. "I'm going home to change and stuff. I'll see ya back at about 4:30 ... You know," I said, pulling the door. Gently, tenderly, silently, he fitted the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and then clipped them to the chains hidden under the corners of the bed. She whimpered again, though she knew it was useless, and dreaded the long teasing she knew was coming.He began by trailing his fingers lightly up her legs from ankle to thigh, outside and inside, always stopping just short of her exposed and dripping pussy. Over and over he stroked her soft, smooth skin and teased her additionally with his words."Oh,. You open the doorway onto the street, a limousine sits parked on the street and before you stand a tall woman with a very curvaceous figure. Her long red hair falls neatly at her shoulders. She wears a black blouse under a small red jacket that struggles to contain her DD breasts. The blouse and jacket stop a little above her belly button. She wears tight red miniskirt that goes down to her creamy thighs covered pair of long black thigh high stockings that sit nestled in a pair red stiletto.