Even asking around if anyone knew her. A few nights a week, I went looking for her, like a love sick puppy, following her scent. Then I saw her. Acros... the bar, with some friends. I went to her. “Hey” I said, not knowing what else to say. “Heyyy, you” she said back. She may not have remembered me immediately, but I remembered her. Then I recognized that familiar, sexy, sensual look in her eyes and knew she remembered me now. “How are you?” she asked. I felt my old confidence coming back and. The way Vicky looked at her mom suggested a hint of shame and maybe regret, as if having the few minutes alone had given her time to think and for the situation to sink in. “Becca, sit on your sister’s face!” their mother commanded. Becca asked no questions and did as she was told. Their mom climbed onto the bed and began to gently stroke the bottom of Vicky’s feet. It was as if she knew of every trick in the book. Vicky began to squirm and eventually opened her mouth to either protest or. ‘Please keep fucking me! Shoot that cum inside me, but don’t stop. Please, please, please…’ There might have been more, but Tim didn’t hear it. They’d been fucking for nearly two hours, and he’d managed to avoid cumming until now. The orgasms were always the most intense in this position, so he’d wanted to save up. With two or three more final, quick thrusts, he plunged deeply into her pussy and held it as his cock fired bullet after bullet into Leira’s pussy, which he could still feel spasming. The beautiful teenager flexed against unyielding hold of the restraints to no avail. The pliant outer sheath gripped her like a sausage casing. A paralyzing panic welled up inside her. Her head swam and she begged to awaken from this nightmare. To her dismay, it only worsened.Long straps were now extracted from the duffel and fed through loops stitched into the outer sheath. With sickening certitude, these were secured around her body and padlocked. This included a strap around each.