I stood up on my toes and tried to impale myself on my makeshift cock. Immediately, I felt relief. It was too tall. I could not’t get on. I realized...that I was actually scared. As, I was standing naked handcuffed behind the building, the relief turned to disappointment. I started looking around and saw some cardboard boxes against the building. I walked over and picked up a box behind my back and carried it to the pole then did the same with a second box. I placed them on each side of the pole. I watch as one of your fingers traces a line down the cleft of your ass, down between your open thighs and into the soft wetness between your open pussy lips. All I can see is the outline of your ass. The sensual view is of sunlight highlighting the twin curves, the dark phantom of your hand tracing between them, and the glow of golden light caught and reflected off your soft curls. I watch as your fingers move back and forth across your soft, wet outer pussy lips, spreading and pressing them. On the walk there I kept thinking that this was some sort of practical joke and I was setup by one of my buddies or by Leslie herself, I mean after all, this chic was a fucking clown!I walked up on the porch rang the doorbell and waited with a nervous twist in my gut. I just couldn’t stop thinking that this was some sort of practical joke and that I would look like some sort of horny, twisted, desperate fool. I mean I am showing up here knowing full well that I am supposed to be fucking Leslie. I pulled back denying her advance to fuck and instead stuck my tongue deep in her pussy, her quim opened up with a gush of her juices covering my face I ate her pussy like it was my last meal sucking on her clit, and tongue fucking her arse alternately. She was now quivering and body hot with lust, I flipped her over to be greeted with a deep lustful kiss and her legs immediately wrapped around my waist. How could I deny this undercover slut what she really wanted? I pushed my shaft firmly.