I was stroking her hair on one side and hard pressing her back, waist and ass changing hands in between. In turn her hands into my hair and back. We s...owly came back to our senses that slowed our kisses and withdrew slowly. By then my left hand was just below her boobs and right hand on her lower ass curve.She told me to wait with closed eyes outside the bedroom door in 10 minutes and left without a word. I was confused about whether she would raise the restriction just like the phone call. It. My right leg was crisscrossed with her leg and was trying to raise her petticoat.I took her to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. I pulled down her petticoat and had a view at her clean trimmed pussy. It looked fresh and was so appealing. I asked her how often she trims. She told me that she use to trim it with my beard trimmer when I was not home. “Wow such a lucky trimmer”, I said to myself and kissed her once again.We were kissing each other passionately for 4-5 minutes continuously. She. It wasn't difficult, and quite interesting talking to a variety of men and women. We had our little waitress outfits on, a bit exaggerated but not overstated; you know the sort of thing, short black dresses, white frilly aprons, sheer black nylons, high heels. When the event was over, we went back to Ian's to change and to pick up our bonus (for something like this, if it's successful, our client will add on a little extra anyway.)'I asked Ian how he thought the event had gone.' “Oh very. She was not a reminder of captivity, but of freedom.She was probably crashing too. In the past few hours, they had to have been feeling the same jolts of panic, the same heart racing and shallow breath of fear. The same exhilaration of flight. And even as the crash fell harder and heavier, Jagger's cock swarmed with voracious heat, growing hard in the wet, ill-fitting khakis he'd been given soon after his kidnappers had delivered him to the camp.The old woman started speaking in her language.