I could see her hymen still intact it was joy for eyes. I unhooked her skirt and licked her pussy. I kissed her on thighs and kissed her knee caps. I ...hen parted her pussy lips and touched her hymen with finger and tongue. I spit in her pussy and got ready to get into action. I made her lay in missionary position and placed my dick at opening of her pussy I rubbed my dick on it and she was moaning. I pinned her arms onto bed and pushed my dick in and she screamed and moved so I couldn’t. Richard only smiled and resumed to walk with me still hooked onto his arm. I leaned in onto his shoulder and took in the moment happy that I had finally gathered the courage to meet him. We walked for a little while and talked about some of my fantasies before we ended in the tunnel that connected the train station to the park. Because it was still rather early the tunnel had been empty but I knew that this would not last as commuters would soon be passing through to get to work. . Here my story (still a short version):It was around 30 years ago, when all started. Until that point in time I was a normal young man looking for women. At that point in time I was solo, having no girlfriend. I was curious to develop sexuality and when I saw in videos and magazines a lot written about BDSM. I was curious to try. Then one day I saw an advertisement from a dominant woman in a common sex magazine, where she looked for a slave for a long term relation. i contacted her and to my. I put the drink up to my lips, faked tasting it, made a terrible face and complained, “This American vodka is not drinkable.”He looked disappointed and offered, “Let me see if they have any Russian vodka at the bar.”He walked to the far end of the bar to get another drink. I took my drink, sat beside the nice policeman from my neighborhood, placed the glass on the bar and whispered, “This drink was drugged, probably by the bartender.”He said, “Thanks, I thought I saw him put something in.