”“If only my hand was a bit smaller,” Sally was trying to get her hand out of a handcuff, but it wouldn’t go.We all jerked and pulled at our h...ndcuffs but they were proper ones, not toys, and we made no impression on the heavy old radiator either.We heard someone try the door, several times. A moment later Jilly’s anxious face appeared at the window!We stretched out on our handcuff chain ... Sue, on the end, could just reach the window handle, which was an old cottagey non-locking handle. It. The taxi driver rolled down his window.“‘Ello love, where’re you going?” He gave off a creepy vibe, but I didn’t have much of an option, if I wanted to get home. I gave him my address and climbed into the back. The driver was middle-aged, maybe slightly older. I would have guessed he was approaching his sixties. He was overweight, balding and smelled of stale cigarettes. He tried to make some small chit chat which I didn’t want to answer, but at least it would keep me awake. He started talking. Her voice barely audible above a whisper broke the sound of his deep breathing. "You're a failure, aren't you John?" He breathed heavier now and stroked himself harder. "You're just a weak little boy aren't you John?" John was close. He replied to her "Yes. I'm just a weak boy." Monica now sat up on the desk. She began to open her blouse. John removed his stiff swollen cock for her to see. Monica was now topless except for the expensive bra that prevented her massive mounds of breast flesh from. Before Riya could understand anything, both of Shreyas’s hands reached her inner thighs and moved towards her pussy.Riya noticed it, but before she could do anything, his hands reached its destination. Shreyas kept the middle finger of his right hand inside her pussy hole and her left hand over her pubic area. She was continuously hinting Shreyas to move away, but he was not at all listening to her.He was continuously pushing and pulling . This was causing a lot of problems for Riya. She wasn’t.