“What the hell Vi?”She tested the water with the tip of her tail, finding the temperature to her liking, then slid in waist deep. She lay back, re...ting her elbows on the grass and lounging. She curled her tail around my waist and pulled me closer to her as I brushed my sodden hair from my eyes.“We could have had a bath at home,” I complained as she drew me towards her, a mischievous glint in her eye. She gripped my hair again, the sting giving me an almost Pavlovian erection, I really had to. At this point I started massaging the wet slit of her pussy. I could feel her nice ass rocking in the bed. Her strong legs also started rocking. Her legs were opening and closing as I massaged her hot pussy. Louder moans came from Indira. I could hear the wetness coming from her soaking pussy. I could feel the wetness from her soaking wet pussy running down her ass. Now I moved down between her legs. I parted the wet hair on her pussy slit with my tongue and started licking up and down. Indira. “Oh oh … oh what’s that? What’s happening?” Sally demanded in a panic. Griff waved the men to stop. “It’s just part of the fake bondage scene we are trying to create, Sally.” He could see her initial panic was turning to anger. “I should have told you the whole scene first, but we were pressed for time. I hope you understand.” He looked at her wistfully, as if her approval meant everything to him.“They … they won’t do … do anything to me? Will they?” She sounded plaintive.“No no, of course. ”I looked into her smiling, brilliant blue eyes and could only feel good that I’d made her happy.***I wasn’t prepared for her turning up at my door dressed as a biker chick.“It’s a fancy dress party,” she smiled to explain the leathers and torn T-shirt. “We’re going as Hell’s Angels. I tried to get some fake tattoos, but couldn’t find any. You think I’ll do?” She spun on the spot to give me a three-sixty view of her outfit.Would she do? Well, for me, the tight-fitting leather pants were just.