This usually resulted in the "perp's" blouse opened and her bra shifted up off of her boobs. But with more time allotted, the panties would be disarra...ed and sometimes removed altogether. It was great fun watching and participating in each woman's "interrogation". Occasionally, we would "arrest all of the women at the same time and rotate from woman to woman, "questioning them as a "gang, feeling them up to their embarrassment. Another game would involve the man putting his hands, palms out on. I guess it sounds weird and I hope you won't hate me for saying this, but ever since Beau told me the details I have been very keen to meet you and have my virginity taken by the saint that saved my brother. You are very special to Beau and me." O my lord, Sammeee! I exclaimed "When Beau told me he wanted to fuck me seven years ago he said those same words 'please don't hate me'. Sammy I didn't hate Beau then and I certainly do not hate you now, OK? Anyway we're kind of family." I wrapped my. Hurt me, she longed to cry out. Bruise me. Make me cry. But she couldn’t. Again and again, Marko buried his cock in her cunt. She was so, so close, fast approaching a wall she knew that she could never breach. She moaned. I can do this, she thought. I can say it. Hurt me. Please, Marko, hurt me.Suddenly, he stopped. Gemma gasped in frustration as he dragged himself out of her.‘Please,’ she moaned. ‘Don’t stop.’ Desire pulsed through her empty cunt.‘I’m sorry,’ said Marko from behind her, voice. Her story had aroused me not only for its sexy set-up: She met a stranger. Agreed on sexy scenario. And let herself be dominated ... She also amazed me by adding the point of view of her lover, a few days later. We met at the bus-stop to the airport. She was prettier than I what I knew from her few pictues. We exchanged three kisses, as is custom between friends here in Holland. And I explained her that in France you do only left-right ... Leaving out the detail that they are better flirts than.