How i would have loved him to have sat right next to me - to have ran his hands up the inside of my thighs to feel my leggings soaked through from my ...et *****.. how i wanted him to rip my leggings down, stand behind me, spread my legs, push me over the seat and jam his fat **** into my dripping *****. oh god i was so turned on i could barely look at him without blushing! i'm sure he could read my mind because he looked at me with such lust in his eyes. my eyes scanned over his body and paused. It being where we were, we would unwind and enjoy cuddling on Kara’s bed before we had to return to our own. We finally rose and went back to our own quarters, wishing that we had time to just bask in the glory of our first devil’s threesome.Whatever else happened, though, we would always have that double vag fuck and the nice slimy sensation as we felt each other’s jizz inside her. No doubt Kara would recall it fondly, too. Of course, she had to leave our quarters and go to her regular. There was no one left in the bar except for himself and the Beatles. There were no patrons, no bodies, nothing left to suggest anyone was ever there. The tabs and the light had disappeared as well. The band was standing on the stage when Paul began to sing: “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to heaven” The staff with the notes and words came from his mouth and began circling the room. Where the patrons had been sitting began to glow orange as the staff floated around. She gave some quiet moans, and then told me to stop, but remain where I was. She knelt behind me and unfastened the handcuffs from one wrist only, and then – with my arms free – she tugged my wool dress up from where it was rucked above my breasts, and removed it entirely. The already unclipped bra fell away, and she also undid my black leather belt – now I was entirely nude except for my hold-ups and shoes.Before I gathered her intentions, I felt the handcuff snap closed again – but not.