Now his hands moved on my full back without any resistance.I lay there enjoying every bit of the massage I was receiving. I sensed his hands slipping ...o the sides of my back with every down stroke and soon only his thumbs were massaging my back and his whole palms were on the sides of my body. As time went by, his fingers were lightly brushing against the sides of my breasts pushing my bra further away from my body. I felt a growing tingle and a spreading wetness between my legs. Soon I. Tony kneaded her ass and massaged her balls. She moaned through the gag. She knew what was next.She felt a lubed finger explore her pussy, opening her up. Tied and helpless to react other than how her body's animalistic urges made her respond. She felt her pussy try to pull his finger into her. Tony's hands grasped her hips firmly. The head of his cock moved between her cheeks, searching for her pussy as if it had a mind of it's own. As it reached her lubed hole it nestled into the opening,. In fact. I felt younger already. I suddenly remembered the men who got us the cocktails. "Mon, I thought we were going to thank those guys for the drinks." No bother. The cheeky bastards thought we were prostitutes." My God. The cheek."~The air was cool with a sharp breeze. I walked with my arms covering my chest, already regretting not wearing a jacket over my short formal black dress. We walked down a quiet, half lit street of shadows. The bookmakers and charity shops were interspersed by. What should I wear? "No not that one," I muttered as I flipped through my hanging clothes. "Not this one either. Too loose. Too bulky. Ahh. This one's perfect," I said as I pulled out the skimpiest white tank top I had. It was almost transparent and I knew my pink nipples would be almost completely visible. I wanted him to know what he was missing when he didn't join me in the shower. I pull the top on and looked at myself in the mirror. I was right you could see my pink and prominent nipples.