From his booth, Jerry watched them settle at a nearby table and over the course of perhaps half an hour or so he came to focus all his attention on Ma...y. She seemed to interact with the musicians with an odd combination of confidence and shyness. Seeing beyond the frumpy hairstyle, the heavy rimmed glasses and stiff, formal clothing, Jerry saw something more. In her he saw a stark, innocent beauty, a woman on the verge of living who remained trapped by her own fears. One by one her friends. I’m getting a degree in physical education,” –no fucking shit “-and from the guitar over there I’m guessing you’re getting a degree in music?” I shook my head, “The performing arts: I act and dance as well,” “Ahh,” he said, “very nice. Have you got a boyfriend?” I was a little taken aback by the question, but I answered him anyway. “Nope,” Before I could blink, he was on top of me and his mouth had covered mine, his tongue licking my lips. I was shocked, but he tasted like a sweet apple, and. Her bra fell to the floor, and she got onto her knees on the floor too. She pulled his pants forward, down to his ankles. His cock still appeared to be very erect, as she leaned towards him. He held his cock at the base, and she put her boobs around his cock. Oh, they weren't just gutsy, they were nuts. She began leaning back and fourth, letting his cock rub on her boobs in the process. He was one lucky dude, to have his woman do that for him in public. Obviously, that felt really good when she. Against one wall was a wooden cross in the shape of an “X.” I had seen pictures of this on the internet and knew what it was for. He planned on tying me to it. I felt myself flush with both fear and excitement. He tugged on my leash and pulled me close to him. His face brushed against my cheek and then he gave me a small kiss. I didn’t resist. I wanted to be his slave. He then said that even though my outfit looked nice, that I needed to take it off down to my bra and.