I'm pretty tired, but I'll make it OK. Frankly I'd expected something rather harder than..."And then it struck home! Of course - how stupid of her! Sh... was to walk back home naked! Oh no! It had been bad enough on the train, clad as she had been, in a thong and nothing else, but that was a total breeze compared to walking through London's streets in the absolute, unvarnished unadulterated altogether! Oh, fucking, bloody Hell!Resignedly, she reached for her shoulder bag and prepared to leave.. Her tits as I predicted were a fair size for her age, with two little pink bumps for nipples that I noticed were hard and her pubic mound was a soft strip of brown hair that she had trimmed back.“I’ve wanted this for a while Jack,” she said as she got down on her knees and took my cock in her hand again. But this time she wrapped her lips around the head and began to lick my helmet. I had to hold on to the draws to stop my self falling over. It wasn’t long before she began to suck and bob her. .just you standing there naked and open waiting for something – anything - EVERYTHING. What seems like hours has passed but in truth it is only a minute or 3 then a smack on your ass and a voice says –“torture isn’t it?” Just as quickly 4 more strikes across your ass followed by some well placed smacks on your wet pussy. Now you understand the lengths he will go to, you understand what real torture is to you. “Do not move or make a sound your father and mother are right outside the door.” You. "A few hours of good sex ought to hold me until we can drive back to New York next weekend." Did I mention we happen to think a lot alike in a many ways?" he grinned. "I have to ask, though. When were you in a bondage club? Is this another fascination of yours I haven't heard about?" Well, no," she replied, sounding a little abashed. "Oh, I've often thought it might be fun to play around with a little but I've never met anyone I trusted enough to play with until you. That episode came back when.