I was a studious c***d and I didn’t know much about sex till I was in higher secondary. We had several divisions in one standard. So we had to shift...to other class for an elective subject. When we were going from one class to another. She was just following me as we were all in a line.I kept my hand on a wall for resting as the line got stuck for a second. She intentionally put her hand on my hand. When I reacted by removing my hand, she just said sorry with a weird smile. I knew she did it. Worse than that, though, it was getting devilish difficult to ship merchandise through conventional channels. No flights from London naturally, the threat from the Luftwaffe was too great unless you could persuade a squadron or two of Hurricanes to provide an escort and Freddie knew that even his persuasive powers wouldn't stretch to that. There were the BOAC Dakota's and Albatrosses from Bristol but they were hardly a substitute for the sort of capability he use to have with the seaplanes. As. She dropped her towel on the floor and lifted the lid. Sitting down,her ass hit the seat before she expected, due to the extra padding. Shewondered idly what to do with her hands, since she didn't have a penis tohold. Looking down between her legs, she watched in fascination as thespray emanated from between her labia. When the stream stopped, a fewgolden drops hung in the curly hairs to either side of her pussy lips;she gathered some toilet paper and gingerly wiped up.Flushing the toilet, she. "How am I going to get home?!" You walk, of course. Stark naked. With your hands bound behind your back. And covered in cum. I would suggest you avoid other men during your walk. Your condition might give them ideas." How am I going to get into my place?!"I said, "We have your keys and ID, which has your address on it. We'll stop by your place, unlock the door, and leave it ajar for you. It's more than you deserve." But it's nearly two miles to my place! And with my hands tied, how will I be.