Now will point out at this stage he is quite hunky chat to be honest and I wouldn’t of said no and I know Dave my hubby wouldn’t of minded either....As he carried on coaching me a few more groups came across my body my hips my arse again and my thighs and I knew it was starting to head in a particular direction when he got both of his hands around my thigh at the very top of my leg literally an inch or two away from my pussy, made the comment of you’ve got some fantastic legs. Now only wearing. They left the room leaving me to concentrate on my worldof pain.Lynne returned and photographed and videoed me as I sagged on the tablewearing a frilly maids dress, panties around my knees, face wet fromtears and sweat, spit drooling round the edges of the gag and running offmy chin, and my bruised and throbbing ass. Without a word she left theroom.I have no idea how long they left me there, the table dug into me and myass pounded and throbbed in pain. My jaw started aching from the ball. I ran over a low, small mound of grass covered earth that had a light dirt path worn in it from use. Use by whom, I’m not sure, as I’ve said before. There was what appeared to be a tall solitary gum tree on the left of the clump. I passed it and splashed into the fish pond-sized pool on the other side of the mound. It was calf-deep, making it passable with only a little difficulty. At the far edge of the pool was a small gap, gaited knee-high by a tangle of tree roots where the water had eroded. .." Well don't throw up on me," her boyfriend admonished her. "I might just leave you hanging there." Hey!" Timora argued, "My idea of how to spend an afternoon doesn't include hanging around upside down by myself!" Yeah, but you look so good hanging there with that sexy arc to your back and your tits sticking out like that, and the way your legs are spread, I could just lick you 'til..." Okay, I got it, I look hot!" Timora gasped, "But this isn't nearly as much fun as I thought it'd be..." You.