We kissed passionately, and we explored each other’s bodies. I ran my hand around the nape of his neck, while he ran his hands over the curvature of...my back. “I want you. I have wanted you since the day I met you,” he whispered in my ear as he undid the button of my jeans, which I let slide to the ground. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. I pulled my shirt off and all I was wearing were my panties. He got down on his knees and pulled them down with his teeth. It was the hottest. "You're wet," he said.Cynthia realized that she had soaked her panties and said, "It’s because I’m so turned on. If I wasn't married I’d most probably let you have sex with me now."Cynthia knew that if Andrew had the guts to make a move she'd let him have his way with her even though her plan would be totally screwed. Fortunately, Andrew didn't do anything. He kept his eyes focused on her soaking panties while she rubbed her clit through her panties. It felt good but she was ready to complete. They wasted no time and as he held me tight they pulled off the top roughly leaving me topless in front of the room full of sexually charged men. The first one approached with his freshly removed leather belt in his hands. "Shut your legs tight, slut," you barked in my ear, as you hold my wrists behind my back. "Now," you continued, this time to your friend, "tie that belt around the bitch's ankles." Your friend kneel at my feet and wrapped the leather belt tight around my ankles, buckling it. Cougars are for the divorced over forty, not the twenty something single lady on the prowl. Who was I kidding, I’d go to prom with an eighteen year old to have a date. Mr. Handsome was still facing the wrong direction as I approached. He looked appealing from the back. His butt looked pretty cute. He was fit, but not testosteronie like the mutants at Perform Fitness with sandy colored hair some would refer to as dishwater blond and I’m a sucker for dishwater. He turned to face me. He was the.