I loved that, too. I let her do it. I stared at her pert breasts, they weren't overly large, just a small palmful on each side and I was leaning towar... them when I felt something cold around my wrists. Clicking sound, metallic clinks. She cuffed me to the bed. "Holy fuck, you freak." I said to her with a very half-hearted anger in my voice. I tested the bonds around each wrist, tugging and pulling- it delighted her into giggling at my struggle and the erection pitching a tent in my. We went inside the barn house and closed it from inside. We tied the horses to the stumps. Lightfoot was kept a bit far away so that he wouldn’t interfere with our stunt. Now, Whisper needed to be aroused in the right way so that he could be ready for the act. I started stripping in front of him. So did Smita. Off came our tops and skirts. There we stood in our under-clothes. I went close to Whisper and put his nose between my breasts so that he could smell my fragrance. I unhooked my bra and. And then she appeared through the crowd. Observing each slow step, the sensual sway of her hips as she confidently glided her way across the bar, with an unerring confidence. My eyes drowned in her beauty, as from beneath her lace mask, those piercing eyes once more captivated and consumed."Excuse me," she interjected with a confident, assured tone that stopped their giggling in their tracks. Leant down beside me, my eyes caught a glimpse of her cleavage beneath her sensational dress, as she. I looked over at him for a little while, then hauled off and gave him a good swat across the ass. "You little dip shit. You almost became road kill. And I was stupid enough to try to save you. If you ever pull that stunt again and get turned into bloody nuggets I'm gonna stand there and say, 'Shoulda known better. Got himself a Darwin Award.'." He wrapped himself around my leg and lay there, shivering. He must have been facing just right to see that big goddamned bus bearing down on us. I'll.