Of course, this wasn't sufficient in our state, so they had added a number of items which even we couldn't just overlook. The sign for instance. Absol...tely no entry except for scheduled bus services. That didn't leave much room for doubt. There was even an inferred This means you!In case you haven't realised, we were at the mouth of a bus tunnel. It was used as a shortcut through a major obstacle to traffic to the suburbs. During the day, buses stropped through here at great speed, controlled. Hitting against his chest, trying to throw him off, none of it is going to work. He nails her greedy cunt so hard that the ground beneath them starts to get wet from her flowing juices.Pressed against the floor, he finally had her whining and moaning.But she didn't give up. Even after all the blows he dished out at her, her inner muscles gripped his cock, strangling him.Her pussy wanted to take even more.She stopped whining and grinned at him full of lust. She stopped trying to throw him off.. .. ?” she trailed off.“Yes.”“But ... Oh.”I wasn’t sure what I was hearing, but I heard Sandra moving. “Um,” she began.“Here,” responded Coarse.“Thank you,” she whispered.Once again I could hear strange noises, then there was the sound of a zip and it all began to fall into place. Sandra had been naked. At very least from the waist down. I’d just heard her doing up her jeans.There was a small grunt of pain from, I assumed, Sandra. “Sorry, but you need to be fully tied up.”“Oh,” whispered Sandra,. ‘What the fuck is up with them?’ Butternuts asks.‘I don’t know, but where the fuck is Penis Wrinkle?’‘He’s probably trying to hump some bitch’s leg again,’ Butternuts jokes.Penis Wrinkle appears from the shadows of the chair Anne is sitting in. He slaps the backs of both of the smaller gremlins and says, ‘I’m right here morons.’‘Where the hell we’re you?’ Butternuts asks. ‘You’ve been missing all the fun.’‘I’ve been humping some bitch’s leg,’ he answers seriously.The other two stare at him.