I take my hand away and sit up, scolding myself. Here I am, a 42 year old woman, masturbating on my balcony, where anyone could see me. Well, almo...t anyone. I am on the third floor, out of view from the street but certainly visible from any one of a dozen windows in the apartment block opposite.Then again, wasn’t a public display one of my strongest fantasies?There is still a voluptuous aura surrounding me. I find I am rubbing myself again. I would love to stand up on the table and. I took his left hand and place on my left boobs with the other hand, he encircled my hip and pulled close to his penis. Now my butts are rubbing against his penis over his cloth. There was a chill wind, which added flavour to the occasion. He un buttoned my shirt and started to squeeze my boobs, initially gently, suddenly somewhat roughly. His long finger that too fore finger and thumb were skilfully playing with the long awaited nipples and boobs and I just bent forward for him to do more. Aur mine apni jeeb nikal kar ..Kutee ki tarah chatne laga… unki chut maine kafi der chati aur unko behal kar diya tha… aab maine unhe 69 position main kara, ki mera lund unke muh main unki chut meri muh main..(mere ko chut chatna bahut hi pasand he) … Humko jannat ka ahsas hone laga tha,,humne 30 minits 69 position me chut-lund chhata.. Aab thodi der aisa karne ke baad main unke bed ke corner par kara aur apna lund le kar unki chut ke entrance par gol gol karne laga,,, jisse unki siskiya. Now I had to return her to human status without getting attacked. I walked over to her, least still and hand and ordered her to put her hands behind her back, when she did, I zip tied her hands together. I did the same with her feet. I cut the duct tape preventing her from attaining human posture. I retrieved her clothes from the pile near the closet door, cut the zip tie on her feet and dressed her in her jeans; her underclothes would be my trophy however. I rebound her feet and repeated the.