Once again they tied the silk ribbon around each of her wrists, then got her left wrist and pulled it down by her side and tied the other end around h...r left ankle. Then they pulled her right wrist down and tied the ribbon her right ankle."You dirty fuckers," she moaned, a smile on her face.In this position, she could hardly move. Her arse was sticking high in the air and her face buried against the pillow, her wrists tied tight to her ankles. One guy climbed onto the bed behind her and ripped. I had always been a very good dancer, bit of a show off and I agreed to dance with her if he showed me which lady. She was about 35, I was 16, dressed in Skirt and blouse, 5 foot 4 tall with very long Black hair, large breasts and gorgeous legs, a very pretty face with bright red lips. She grabbed my hand and we danced to several records, then I thanked her she took me by my hand and lead me out side in to the Sun lounge where there was a couple of couches. She closed the door and locked it. It felt so fucking good. They played with theirhard ons all the time. Even in school, right in class. Tyrone loved to sitin the front row when he had a pretty, young female teacher or a faggotteacher, and fingerhis hard on through his trousers. He spread his youngstrong legs wide andallowed the teacher to gaze at the throbbing fuck lump. Onehand gentlysqueezed the dickmeat to keep his pulsing, the otherreached up under hiswife-beater to pinch a nipples. It drove the fuckingteacher's out of. It was still a little sore but I couldn’t tell if that was from the brutal fucking I had just gotten or from Nella’s hotwax (those Italians beauticians love to instill pain)! Either way, it hurt so good!I finished up and wrapped a towel around me. I went inside the walk-in closet and shut the door. I placed a hand over my smooth, clean pussy. It was dripping wet again and the moisture starting to run down my leg. I couldn’t tell if it was from the shower, the leftover cum or me being “ready”.