When the week was almost over, the leader took out a pair of handcuffs he had brought with him just in case he needed them, and told Joyce to put her ...ands behind her back, reluctantly she complied. He snapped the cuffs around her wrist, securing her arms behind her back.“Why did you handcuff me, I’ve done everything you’ve asks?” Joyce asked in a frightened voice.Even after everything that had happed, she felt more vulnerable and helpless being handcuffed. The leader took her by her arm and. I obliged. I gazed into her face, taking in every line, every feature: dark eyebrows, large, soft brown eyes, a small, perfect nose, and sensuous lips. I sighed, appreciating her; she laughed loud and squeezed me even closer. Our breasts found each other and there was a mutual moan, hers then mine. Her hands traced my back gently, making every muscle stir. My skin came to life in a thousand tingles as nail and skin combined. I stretched my legs out so I could be even closer to her. Our legs. Her long, dirty blonde hair brushes the tips of her shoulders. She’s wearing a white blouse that subtly shows the indentation of her small, pert breasts, and a short black dress, which compliments her bum perfectly. In the air is a coconut aroma that is emanating from her milky white skin. Although our glance was brief in definition, it told me more. She was no longer my friends little girl, she had matured into a wonderfully sexy young lady, who right now, as I sat at her Father’s breakfast. I pulled her hand & made her hold it. She held it & started moving her grip over it, up & down. I was feeling great. I rested her on her back & deprived her of her salwar. Then her panty followed. She was now very naked. Her eyes were closed. She was as a four-course dinner served to me.I removed my clothes & decided to complete the job. I spread her legs and the heaven was there. Yes, William Shakespeare was right when he wrote, “Heaven lies between thighs”. Precum was oozing from the tip of.