Her grey suit wassmart, tailored and very form-fitting on her artificial curves. A one-button jacket clung to her narrow waist, the cream blouse under...eathbuttoned up to her throat, swelling slightly over her small perkybreasts. The long skirt was tight around her ample bottom, but flaredout down her thighs to end at her calves. Her boots started a few inchesabove, and the black leather shone in the fluorescent light, curvinginto a one-inch heel and pointed toe.The doors opened, and in front of. She handed me the straps she was holding in her hand and said, “Here, Scott, you pull it off for me, please.” I did so, to cheers from the crowd. Christine let herself fall gently face down onto the sand then rose to her knees and put her head back with her arms behind her, thrusting her bejeweled and sandy pussy forward towards the crowd. I am sure they were in as much of a state of shock as I was. It was such a wonderfully scintillatingly erotic sight. My bathing suit couldn’t begin to hide. ...They led him out to the bench in the kink area. Mistress Satin was there again, overseeing. Either she was uninformed about what went on before or didn't care. She looked like She didn't care. Now She was wearing a rather impatient look on her face and checking her watch.John Phillips felt his hands being tugged down low and attached by cuffs to the base of the bench that he laid upon, face down. Someone put a spreader bar between his legs and attached the ends to his ankles. Slowly it. You let out another yelp, reacting more fluidly now, really letting out moans and shrieks of surprised pleasure. You are rocking up and down, shaking and vibrating, completely under my control.Not because I drugged you or overwhelmed your mind...Because I fucked you, taking and twisting your vagina's needs, using every ridge and suction cup inside of you until acceptance settled over the terrifying shock of unexpected sex.There is one last feeble movement, more at your own revulsion at yourself.