.the grip of my hand becomes tight and forceful in your hair! The pace of your heart quickens as this gentle man becomes aggressive and forces you to ...end over the bench. As you struggle to worm your way out of my grasp, you suddenly find yourself handcuffed to the bench and your mind begins to race. Adrenaline rushes through your body yet you do not scream as you find yourself immensely aroused! Helpless and bound you feel the stirring sensations of my hands groping your body, clasping your. Salty, crispy, house-made chips.One of the draws for Walker, and for all others of the male sex, was our head waitress, Bess Cuthbert. Late 20s, sassy, flirty, sexy, gregarious, smiling, she has a smoked-honey Southern accent and uses it to full advantage.She sat with Walker and me, arm around his shoulders, nipple greeting his arm, lips against his ear whispering, “Baby, ditch Winter. Come upstairs with me. I’ll show you my bedroom.”Walker, in deep blush, the red blush, not the pink one,. She let me take some pictures of her. Those pictures replaced any other porn that I could ever need. I found myself jerking off to the sexy images of her in lingerie. Her beautiful body standing tall and curvy in high heels with a 6 inch pink dildo poking out of the bottom of her chemise skirt. The pictures were so hot that I could get hard just thinking about them.But, one night, I told her I wanted more."I know it's kind of weird, but I think I want to try being fucked." Are you sure? Why. They decided to drive on before looking for breakfast and passed several road side diners, fearing the same as yesterday may happen to them so it was half past one before the hunger pains persuaded them to stop to eat.Pulling into a shopping park they chose a taco restaurant and had a quiet meal together, neither one wanting to discuss yesterday for fear of upsetting each other. Later in the convertible with the roof down and the sun streaming Angie lay back and closed her eyes; Ten minutes.