I can only imagine how I looked; bound and gagged in such a manner out in the cool night air so wickedly exposed as I was,The thin back board again wa... something I had not expected and to be honest it did very little to help things except it forced more pressure on my arms and I suppose it stopped my back becoming as scratched by the tree bark as my arse became. That bark whilst initially uncomfortable became very erotic when I was squirming around because of the nettles; and boy those nettles,. With anticipation? With her toes touching the carpet she could just reach the floor with her hands. I lifted the black mini that was partly covering her rear, to give me a perfect prospect of a rounded, pert backside partly covered in non-regulation lace panties. Her stocking suspenders bit nicely into the smooth roundness of the legs. Time stopped as I rested the stippled sole of the flip-flop on the lacy orbs on my lap. I tapped it once, twice, three times, then raised it high, swung down. “Good little English girl,” he sneered, one hand dropping to her breast, popping it out of the bikini. “You know your place at least. See, English boy. Your girl wants a real cock.”I struggled but the beating I’d had meant I was no match for the strong hands holding me down as Oz placed one hairy-knuckled hand on the back of Ali’s head and pushed his stiffening prick at her lips. She tried to turn away but reluctantly opened her mouth, the bulbous head slipping past her pursed lips as he. ‘Liam…’ She moaned, wanting to taste him on her tongue, but more importantly, to make him forget everything but her. When her eyes fluttered back open, she wiggled down, her slick sex rubbing against his shaft, nudging it against her entrance as she mewled softly. ‘I love you…’ She murmured softly. She wanted his dark gaze to hold hers and never forget. **** He was traveling down her body in a stream of kisses. On her breasts, underneath her breasts, along her ribcage….everywhere. He dropped.