It’s being dragged quite far up my thigh as he gropes for my little knickers, sliding a finger under the elastic. I feel his finger on the edge of m... slit, over the tight folds of my labia, then slipping between them to find my hole. I breathe in sharply, and get a soft whiff of my own pussy juices.His fingers slide up and down between my labia, across my hole, teasing me, then finally slip inside. It feels like two fingers, wriggling inside me, curling up to find my soft spongy special spot,. Her pussy was secreting some kind of juice. I asked her,”Priti, have you pee on my hand?” She said,”No.” Protima was stroking me little faster. Suddenly I felt a pressure and released some westerly substance in her hands. It felt so good, I closed my eyes. Protima yelled at me, with anger,”Dipu,you are a pig. You pee’d on my hand.” I said,” Sorry, I did not do it willingly. It just happened.” She had a handkerchief in her purse, wiped out as much as she could. I was trying to push my finger. That bear had been sitting on that shelf for a while.The owner of the carnival had to come over to get the bear down and didn't seem too pleased at giving it away. Bailey popped $5 down and started making bets with the owner."Ten bucks on the next throw," she said and the owner took her up on it. They went double or nothing on the next three throws and by the time I'd put the 14th ball through the seat, Bailey was up $80 and a large bear.She had me back up 10 yards and bet the guy double or. "Why don't I give you a few extra hours to think about it", she said.It was six months later when she finally contacted me, calling from an untraceable number. I was given strict instructions to rent a room at a particular hotel and wait for her there. When she arrived, she told me straight away that she didn't have the key to my belt with her, so I could forget any ideas I had about overpowering her to get it. She would only go and fetch it once I was securely handcuffed to the four corners of.