Fir voh nokrani mere muh par ayi or mere muh mei pesab karne lagi or boki madarcodh pe le mera amrut mei bhi lachar tha to pi gaya fir usne ek kakdi l... or mere gand mei dal di mei bahut chillya lekin voh nokar ke lode ne mera muh band kar diyaPhir voh nokarani mere lund pei beth gayi or apne aap ko chuda rahi thi phir esa hi chala or ek half khatam hua or hum sabne vahi chij khayi jo mere gand mei gayi hui thi phir unhone muje bandh diya or mere lund pe chili lagayi or ek dusre ko chodne lage. But smoke secretly, as police patrols all of Paris-Chatelet.They all know me from their visits to the A'dam tournament & 'mes visites aux tournois la-bas'.They all long for their 'Stage de l'Ete', en Ardeche: "La Chatainerie" - Notre hote(l) a Sanilhac.I have been there later. It lasts a fortnight. 'Pas de police. Alors on fume nos petards partout'.I have been there ten times. Till it moved away. Twice more. Mais St. Pierre de Mer ... Merde.I have been always in the inner circle. Only one large. She discovered then, that she got slightly aroused just by thinking of public, sex, masturbation, strangers… Time to cash up and leave, she gives her dayly till slip and cash drawer to Marian, her boss, shuts the door behind her and starts walking towards the bus stop. Her bus will be here in about ten minutes, so sits down under the shielded stop. The slight chill of the night cools down her pants on he wet patch were she was oozing a few minutes ago in the shop. Her first reaction is to drop. I let her stay out of the bag and gave her a pillow to make it more comfortable a ride.All through Missouri she rode in the trunk, at the Nebraska boarder I let her move to the front and used the same painted dark glasses as I used before so she could not see. No gag and the seatbelt across her arms that were bound with a strap around her upper arms going behind her back and her wrists bound together in front of her. Her knees were bound together as were her ankles too.Unless someone looked.