I struggle a bit as you sit on my knees, immobilizing me. I bite my bottom lip as you blindfold me. I try to press my thighs together, I'm so wet and ...on't want to show it. You trail your hands down my arms, over my breasts and tummy, down my legs. I want your hands on my pussy. I whimper involuntarily. You smile and say again, "You were a bad girl and didn't ask for permission, did you?” I shake my head and whisper, "No, I didn't." You lie next to me and kiss me deeply, slowly. I try to lean. “It was probably about one o’clock in the morning, and I was looking for Jimmy, wanting to go home.”“And?” Tracy prompted.“I found him,” Heather said simply. “He was sittin’ in Kyle’s pickup—with Katie Donovan’s face in his crotch.”“Bastard,” Tracy commented, and placed a comforting hand on Heather’s shoulder.Heather sniffed, she could feel her eyes welling up, but she didn’t want to cry. “That bitch will suck anyone’s dick,” she said finally. She sniffed again. “I told him to fuck off.”“Good. We could both see inside the car through the window just to my left, and it was obvious that Terry had pulled out his cock and was jerking it off as he watched the cop pawing my tits and fingering my cunt.When the cop noticed this, he laughed, and – with his fingers still thrusting in and out of my pussy – moved me over to the open driver’s side door, so that my husband could get a better view of my tits swinging back and forth and banging into each other as the cop continued finger-blasting my. He nodded, she knelt and he attached cuffs to her wrists, and then made her lean forward till her breasts felt the cold marble surface of the table, instantly her nipples hardened as she lay expectant of a whipping.. His hands gently took each hand, clips secured her arms to the solidly built table filigree and she was secure once more. The helpless feeling overtook her again, short straps now appeared and her knees were secured to the other table legs.He appeared in her vision, waving a.