They were strapped tightly to her dainty ankles by 1” wide straps and what looked like tiny padlocks for buckles. Her legs were encased in black ful...y fashioned seamed nylon stockings with a Cuban heel that went up her legs and barely disappear under her short flared skirt. The dress fit perfectly. The open laces on the bodice tauntingly exposed part of her breasts and the shoulder straps fit slightly off her shoulders. Her neck was wrapped with a black leather choker and she also had black. I’m a nice guy and would help anyone that I saw get injured…but it didn’t hurt that she was stacked I’m also a big guy, well over six feet -build like a linebacker and I’ve learned that I can be intimidating to strangers. Women, alone on a quiet country road, have every reason to be scared of a car suddenly turning around. When a giant gets out of the driver seat and they can’t run away…well let’s just say that I noticed a certain amount of anxiety on her face as I walked. There was something potent in the punch, because I passed out in the middle of the introductions. I remember hearing my name and not much else.When I was able to clear my head, it stuck me how fucking good these women looked -- all of them! I could not wait to get up close and personal with almost any of them, especially my old ballet buddy, Melissa. But then Michael sought me out, and that was that.Kissing him, having him stroke my pussy like he was born to do me, my sucking his cock and. She needed to feel that immediately."God yes... fuck me... FUCK ME..." Her screams of pleasure turned to whimpers of exhaustion when Michael finally stopped moving. His huge cock was still buried deep inside her and he knew she was on the verge of her next orgasm. She wanted to scream for him to continue and he wanted it to last a bit longer. The walls of her vagina twitched against his cock as the muscular contractions of her vagina slowly subsided. Michael pulled her into a sitting position.