He saw a great looking leg up to her mid-thigh. She noticed where his gaze was but didn't say anything. In fact, she may have sat up straighter, which...caused her breasts to be more pronounced.One of her hands was playing with a lock of her hair as she conversed with him. Every so often she would touch Bob on his arms or hands. Bob remembered what his sister had told him a few years ago about body language and what the signals meant if a girl was preening. He thought that these were signs that. Yet there was still something wrong. What was it? Oh! It was herclitoris! It had always been very sensitive to any touch, and it was becomingerect under the rubbing of the dick inside her. She had to try to not to getturned on; it would be too shaming to enjoy any of this rape! She tried todistract her mind from her ordeal but the big wet cock sliding in and out ofher belly would not be ignored. The warm tingle grew and spread up her body.She couldn't help herself; anyway she was a prisoner,. When my phone started buzzing I looked at the screen and waved her over. As we didn’t know each other’s identity yet I pretend to be surprised to see her. “John” she said surprised. “Yoni” I responded. “I didn’t know it was you.”“Same thing here.” I responded, Faking surprise.During lunch we talked and when the subject of her stories came along I asked her if she wanted to live out those fantasies. “Yes” she responded eagerly and I couldn’t stop imagining putting some clamps on those perky. Still with her eyes closed, Rachel opened her legs wider andpushed down on the invading hands, willing them on.?But instead the hands withdrew and Rachel let out a groan ofdisappointment. However when she opened her eyes she smiled with pleasure asboth Wanda and Wilma were undressing. She bathed in the intoxicating sight ofboth women slowly disrobing from their witch?s clothing. Once Wanda and Wilma where naked they proudly paraded theirbodies before Rachel, making no attempt to conceal their.