Something had happened alright, something violent to one of her tits. But still she stood her ground, tits still through the holes, still at the mercy...of the torturous hands, waiting.She suddenly cried out again, even louder, something having happened to her other tit. But still she stood her ground, naked skin pressed up against the cum stained wood wall, tits through the holes. Samantha was determined to take whatever the hands gave out.And then her tits were in deep torture again. Samantha. He opened the basket and pulled out some egg salad sandwiches, little salads, plates, forks, salad dressing, Sprite, napkins, etc. They finished eating quickly, then James packed up. He took Allans hand and kissed him again. Did you have fun? Yknow. That picnic was nice, but there is something Im craving now, Allan looked at him with his big brown eyes. And whats that, James asked? Allans eyes trailed down landing on James crotch. Meat, he purred. James started to get hard. He put his. She had a sense of foreboding that like her original plans for the time when the office had closed officially, these knickers were going to come down in the very near future. She was also wearing a matching suspender belt and barely black seamless stockings. Why oh why had she done this? She almost always wore tights at work but today of all days she had thought there insufficient time to change and now her boss was staring at the bottom of a tart and thinking, no doubt, that all the. Some girls called me a shameless slut. One young boy called me sexy. It took me moments to understand when a boy standing close to me had surprised looks on his face and was intently staring at my long pussy hair. I heard him calling it my pussy beard. “Fuck, I want to touch the beard down there!” he was saying. He was standing a few feet away to my left staring between my open legs. I dared to turn and take a few steps towards him and told him he can feel my down beard if he wants too. He.