It’s not that I wouldn’t like it. I know I would but …” she glanced up at the lighted bedroom window. “John may be awake still, and he – w...ll, you know”. She smoothed down the skirt that had ridden up round her thighs and refastened her blouse. “I’m glad it was good for you. It was for me, too. But I really have to go now.”As she prepared to leave, he caught her hand. “Another time, then. Next Saturday?”She shook her head.”I couldn’t, not here, not every Saturday night.”“What about one. Suppose Tom was a killer? Suppose he became violent and beat her? Suppose he fucked her and abandoned her in the wood? How could she get home when she didn’t know where she was?These were some of the thoughts that flashed through Marie’s mind as she saw that they were approaching the wood. However, she tried to remain calm and reminded herself that she had often been with strange men in their hotel rooms in Dubai and she had never had any problems. Even when she had been the object of the. Served you right for masturbating into my brand new stockings! Breathe in my ass now, baby. I want to see you swoon from that sweet smell you love so much. I love a man, who can kiss me there, in my most sensitive place. Lap at it hard with your tongue you dirty boy. I want to feel your hot breath on my anus Mmm, a little tremor of pleasure. But we can’t have too much of that, can we, or we will lose all that lovely cum I’m still holding inside me. I think some of it escaped. Can you see a big. She must strip off her clothes in her room. Then, at nine o’clock in the evening, she must make her way – naked – to the entrance hall, and out into the courtyard. She must go to the centre of the grassy area, and lie down on her back, with her arms and legs outstretched, like a cross.??She then must stay there until seven o’clock in the morning, before the groundsman comes around, without moving her arms or legs from their positions at all, for any reason. If she succeeds, she wins the bet,.