The car park was dark, the bonnet parked facing a wall. Suddenly Sir took Miss Jones by the hand, pushed her onto the bonnet and ripped her panties do...n. 'Slut, you were taunting me all evening. Lesson three of your Sexual Adventures concerns what happens to taunting sluts who stretch Sir's patience.'Miss Jones moaned in ecstasy, her pussy dribbled in excitement. She wanted sir to mount her, overpower her, squeeze her neck hard until she came.Sir pulled her up, dropped his trousers, then. .." Mary came up to her mom again, hugging her. "I did it differently than you guys! I didn't just vanish!" There are different ceremonies."Anthony looked over at Sarah. The furry prisoner's entire body seemed ... deflated. Disillusioned, defeated, eyes looking at anything but the humans. Justin was holding one of her arms lightly, but it was obvious she was going nowhere."We're not going to hurt you, Sarah. Or Miriam. Tell us what you know, and we'll let you both go."She nodded, eyes still on. As I released the clasp of her bra, I spoke into her ear. “Let’s get these tits out where they belong.” I sat back down. “Now, pull those panties down to your knees.” I cupped her mound with my right hand and ran my fingers slowly from her ass to her clit. She was soaked. This bitch was mine. Without saying anything, I bound her wrists together in front of her with the bondage tape I had left in the coffee table drawer. “The bra and panties were very pretty, but I told you earlier that the only. She smiled at him, teasingly fondling her firm breasts before his palms covered them. Next, she wiggled her mini skirt off her hips and down her slender legs.Brad gazed at her sculptured teen body with next to no tan lines from sunbathing naked. She smiled at him raising her right hand behind her head and released her long brunette hair from its ponytail. Her strands fell effortlessly over her shoulders.“Fuck!” he sighed.“What is it? All I did was let my hair down.”“I know but it looks so.