Atal was actually a couple of minutes late, which was surprising as he was always so punctual, and when I opened the door, he was there smiling, in a ...asual shirt and shorts. His smile almost turned me to a pool of liquid right there, and we kissed, quickly at first, then a long, passionate, tongue caressing one. I could tell he loved my blouse, as his hands roved all over my body, feeling the soft slippery fabric. We broke the kiss and headed towards the throng of people gathering in the. When she had calmed down a little she really did start to think of the reality of this, was it really possible, could it really work? If she wanted out, she could just go to the police or other authorities and tell them she was being blackmailed surely? But then, what if the blackmailer was anonymous, someone from the internet, even someone from a foreign country! Imagine that, going to the police, someone is making me do things… who is it?… I don’t know… where are they?.... somewhere abroad…. My raging hard-on had died the moment she screamed, and with the way I felt at that moment, I didn't think it would ever return.After a few stuttering attempts, I finally managed to eke out an explanation. I told her that I loved her very much, but when it came to sex, I loved the feel of being fucked and had only recently been adding female clothing to the mix. As I talked, the look of shock and betrayal slowly dropped from her face to be replaced by one of love and understanding. I assured. Just then I heard Beth's voice. 'Hey! What's going on?' The guy at her head had his arms under hers and his big black hands clamped firmly on her tits. She looked down and seeing this, said. 'My word, what big hands you've got.' The first guard said 'It's OK Miss, were just taking you for some fun.' 'Oh goody!' I knew where the First Aid Centre was so I rushed over there quickly so I could find somewhere to hide and hopefully watch the action, watch Beth getting fucked. I waited at the centre.