Pulling out a cloth and water skin, he gently dabs away the dirt smudges from her face and neck. She tries to say something. Anything. Nothing. Her ex...austed body is paralyzed. Her head swims, trying to find an explanation, trying to justify this stranger’s presence in the middle of nowhere. Her body shivers. She should make him stop. She should say no. She should say something! With tender fingers, he slowly removes her torn clothing. Carefully, he washes every scrape, bump and bruise. His. His erection was straining against the material of his slacks. ‘Jean Claude, hold your cock just inches from her face. Annie, I know you want that cock, but you will not get it unless you receive your punishment without allowing your baser instincts to control you. You will count each stroke so we may hear you. Any missed strokes or counts not heard will result in my beginning again.’ Jean Claude removed my blouse & bra as Phillip and Tristan held my arms out to the side by the wrists, my hands. I've been craving more. I need a real woman, with hair to tug while she eats me out, and an ass to slap while I shove my fingers inside her. I want the moaning, I want the screaming. Oh god, I need my vibrator again.But damn it, it's been far too long since I've had a real woman's touch. And I swear to god this weekend I'm going to do it. I've got plenty of time, and there's plenty of juicy pussies in this town. But just how am I going to do it?Well let me back up. Sorry, I got a little carried. The bottom half of the costume is like a pair of very brief French knickers but tight around the thigh leaving her pubis exposed. There are studs that undo to expose more flesh and the outfit can be entirely removed while she is strung up.’ I tried to digest all this information but it did seem that Bill knew the costume very well indeed. Anne came back into the room dressed in a shiny green outfit, she calmly walked up to me did a bob and spun round for me to see. I blushed and agreed that.