Her bottom felt the piano wire again, several times, as this question returned from time to time. In the end Margery suggested they visit the local pu...lic library where this information would be readily available.A more serious question was, "Who are the leaders of the Resistance in Norwich?" Margery's problems were that she knew no names of anybody in the resistance, and in any case she lived a hundred or more miles from Norwich. Strangely the Gestapo did not press this question at all. "Thank you! I must apologise. It was these heels. I'm still not used tothem." No, it was all my fault. Sorry, I shouldn't have bumped into you."I stooped to retrieve her bag. It was leather, with a gold chain shoulderstrap. The heels were spikes on leather boots that came to just above herknees. Her tartan skirt below a black long-sleeved jumper would have said'private girls school' - if it weren't for the boots. She brushed herlong mousy hair away from her face as she took the bag from. I pulled my skirt all the way off. Now I was just in my bra and panties. I untied him, moved the chair to the front room and retied him. This time I put a gag on him too. After a few more minutes I heard the doorbell ring. Finally my second surprise arrived. I knew Kaleb would go nuts for this. I answered the door with a 20$ in my hand and only in my bra and panties. The delivery man was in his 20s like me and his jaw dropped when I opened the door. I took the bag and handed him the money. “you. I should have been ashamed, humiliated…but this huge cock in my mouth was turning me on very fast… I sucked his cock deeper and deeper…but then after a while the stranger pulled back. He ordered me to take off my tight blue skirt.I begged him not to fuck my pussy; I was ovulating on those days.But he did not want to hear my pleas; He just wanted to fuck me.The bastard finally grabbed my skirt and ripped it off from my body. He smiled at the sight of my tiny white cotton thong; it barely.