She took a long look at me.- Maybe, she said teasingly, started dressing and we packed up to go home.We walked towards the car park. There stood the y...ung guy waiting. He hardly dared to look at us.- Well, what about it, can he join us or not? I asked my ex-gf.- Okay.I saw the interest glowing out of their eyes.During the short car trip we managed to introduce ourselves to each other. His name was John.I told him that me and my girl like to fuck as soon as we get home from the nudist beach.I. Er,” she stuttered, her eyes fluttering and sweeping over my sturdy structure, back to my crotch. “Will you let me fuck you then?”Fuuurrrck! Just like that, straight out. She grasped my hand, dragging me indoors to a bedroom at the back of her very old fashioned bungalow. In there she just started taking off her clothes. Nodding and smiling I should do the same. I stripped my T shirt off but she stopped me, coming and ripping my jeans down. I don’t wear underwear, so my cock snapped up at full. Well, last Wednesday, again while at the property, I received a radio call from her - requesting assistance with an object on a top shelf. As stated in "On Patrol," she is quite short and lean. As such, I took her request as legitimate. I proceeded to the closet, knocked on the door and announced myself. There was no response. According to protocol, I then knocked a bit more forcefully and - again - announced myself. Still no reply. Protocol then dictates we assume there is a problem, and enter. A tight single leather mittenencased my hands and fingers, rendering them completely useless. The sleevekeeping my elbows together had the effect of pushing out my breasts whichthrobbed, whilst my nipples stuck out furiously. The seat of thestool was very small and, following the shape of my body front and back. Itextended to and pressed firmly against my bum hole and clit as I wriggled andstruggled in my bonds. I could feel a slight breeze waft across my body and itmade my skin feel very.