I tried again, doing my best to speak around the bit. I knew I could do it if I tried. I'd just been afraid to speak. After being silent for so long I...didn't dare to be heard. Now I had no choice."Pleathe, fuck me, macche, me chuckum," I said through the harness."Oh yes baby, that's better. But that's not enough. I want to hear it all. Come on now: beg for it, hard, in the ass with a big black rubber cock," she said, almost panting into my ear.She really got off on this. I could tell.So did I.I. Eventually the teens forget about her, and the girl removes her T-shirt, glancing about to make sure no one was watching. She approaches the water and samples it with her toe. ‘It’s cold,’ she says. Still wary of being splashed, she goes to the shallow water and descends the first step. Moments later she steps down to where the water reaches her upper thighs. She shivers and hops around with hands high in air, as if groping for a life preserver dangling from the sky. Adjusting to the. The day was getting hotter, the beach no place to be in the next few hours anyway. Returning to the car I studied the local maps, the clifftops in the distance were a beckoning sight but were marked ‘Private Land’. Taking a chance we drove up to the nearby Farmhouse to seek permission to picnic on the clifftops. My knocking at the door was met by a gentle-looking scolarly-type farmer,enquiring as to our quest to picnic on his property he looked across to the car, from which Karen had just. She was also my boss. “Oh this is embarrassing” she said and smiled. In the two years I had worked for her I had seen her smile maybe twice. “I like your outfit Terry” and she picked up her drink and walked away. “Oh shit” I thought “I am in deep trouble now”.The party was starting to get loud and Toby put the video on. They quietened down for a while and then the comments started. I was surprised at some of the language as the crowd drank more and more. I was having trouble keeping up. It was.