Her hands were tied to the roof area and her legs to the handrails. It allowed anyone to lick, suck, bite or brush her cunt as they went by. Each man...took the opportunity to bring Cindi to the edge of an orgasm. She was moaning with pleasure and begged for relief. It wouldn’t happen, the rule was only the master could perform that task or permit someone else to do it. No one had permission. It was one of the rules the men had to obey, as well as not permanently harming her. Cindi was also. My ankles on your shoulders. Your hand pinning my wrists above my head. You teasing my baby please clit with the tip of your cock, my head tilting back into the pillow, biting my lower lip. You sliding inhale into me inch by blessed inch. A gasp, then a breath escaping in a soft moan, nails digging into your sides, back arching, so beautiful you’re filling me. Contracting around you, perfectly, like it was created just for you. Your gentle rocking, your lips finding inhale mine, my hands. “Forty five minutes. Be there.” Then I logged off, got into some real dark blue, almost black sweats and a black baseball cap and then left for the meeting spot. The place was in a rural area, where tractors and other farm equipment entered a field. The fence row was behind a thick line of trees and shrubs. It was very private. When I got there I pulled my pickup into a well-hidden dirt access lane that was up the black-top road a little way and walked down to the meeting place. I knew this. His name is ravi,he is around 29 years with average physique and ok looks.Ravi:hi madam h r u?Shalini:hi ravi I am fine.R:its been long that you have visited us?S:yeah ravi, I was trying to come to get this new blouse stitched but busy in work.R:ok mam,what kind of model you want to get stitched?S:can you show me some new designs that you have,so I can choose one from them.R:wait a min mam, I will get them for u.S:okR:here it is,go thru those models and select mamS: I want to get this kind of.