So a few years ago, on a Thursday evening, she was sitting in her favourite cafe, looking at the poeple passing by, flirting with some attractive male..., who were charmed by her appearance. She was wearing black fishnet stockings, 4 inch black leather high heels, a miniskirt that was barely covering her perfect ass and a white, very tight top. The cafe was quite full and so basically the only free seat was the one next to Amy. She was enjoying another bit of the chocolate cake she had ordered. Part 4 of an 'old' one "Beautiful Beach Blondes"):She said she could NOT RESTORE it, as it was "deleted from their server", which can't be true, as everything is still there, only not the link, making it a public story, for all to read & enjoy.No-one dares to do that, as it would imply at least a full day without the site being 'on air'. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Another reason topping the above is their. I was a little confused as she took the dildo out of my ass as the husband must have been back in the store or in the room just watching. Then I felt pressure against my ass again and I knew it was another cock. “My husband has always wanted to have his own sex slave. If he enjoys using your ass we are definitely going to make you our property tonight, Trent.” Hearing her use my real name scared me again but the bottle of poppers was held up to my nose again so the scared feeling was. He got up and pulled my skirt and saree away to rip my panties. “You bastard…” I cried as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled down his trousers. I saw the petrifying bulge and turned my face away. He parted the hair to find my inner folds. My virgin skin groaned. “Are you married? Have you been touched here before?”“Nooooooooooo.” He muffled me with his mouth. His face frantically explored more of my full breasts. I could only gasp when he inserted two fingers in to my now oozing vagina. The.