She asks, "What do you think of my outfit?"I respond, "You look gorgeous Mistress."She replies that by the look of my cock, I must be telling the trut.... She comes up from behind and applies handcuffs behind my back. They are very uncomfortable and tight on my wrists, but I know better than to complain. She comes back around and stands in front of me with her legs apart and hands on hips. She is so close that I can't help but smell the aroma of her juicy pussy through her g-string inches from my. But when I face that direction I don’t see anything except shrubbery. I think it’s just me being over here alone, in the dark has me just a little paranoid inside. I swear I even keep getting whiffs of something in the air. I’m not certain what I’m smelling, I try to study it each time I catch it again. It has a bit of a car smell. Like maybe oil, with hint of gasoline and dirt.I try to shrug off the paranoid feelings again but now I have a new feeling. I need to pee! I guess I’ve been out here. . Wo hass padi boli are koi baat ni.Fir maine uski tareef ki to wo khush hui aur thanx boli aur kiss ka smiley bheji fir hmne dheere2 baate badhai aur naughty baate ki wo boht excited thi aur raat bhar sex chat kiya aur fir usne kaha tm chat me itna acha kr skte ho to real me to boht maja doge tmhara frend to boht seedha h aur usne mujhe agle din apne ghar bula liya.Mai bohot excited tha mai time se pehle hi pohoch gya aur wo naha k bahar apne baal sukha rhi thi.. Fir wo mujhe dekh k andar. Muscular legs.”“Fuck, you sound sexy.”“Green eyes,” she continued. “Dirty blonde hair. Shoulder length with bangs. Perfectly round face. My nose is too small.”“I’d have a hard time keeping my hands off you,” I said.“You wouldn’t have to.”“What are you wearing now?” I asked.“Nothing sexy.”“That’s not what I asked.”“Gray sports bra. Pink cotton panties. A t-shirt and pajama pants.”“Are you wet right now?”“I’m wet every time we chat,” she said.I took my cock out and the dirty talk escalated. .