But Emma couldn't pay. instead, she had people looking for you. you remember yourself all tied up. wishing every minute of every day to wake up and li...ten to the sound of a police car. outside your house. and so the hours became days, the days became months. and nobody ever came. nothing happened. nothing changed. nothing but the estrogen that kept flooding into your bloodstream...you remember yourself all tied up...it was a never ending nightmare. a constant torture. a normal guy flooded with. I had no idea who it was but had noticed 5 teenage boys in tracky daks and hoodies and 2 girls dressed similar in a group behind us earlier so presumed it was one of those boys. I reached behind me not being able to be seen in the writhing mass and felt the rigid cock then reached in to the loose pants and drew it out into the open before putting my hands back on the rails. The bare cock started to rub up and down getting me very excited so I nudged John and said look behind John looked around. I then peeled her leggings from her, admiring how her ass looked in her skimpy panties. At my command she stepped out of her panties and stood there completely naked, looking at the floor in submission.Karen stood there, realizing that there was nothing she could do to get away, the man was in complete control. His hands were like iron and Karen quickly realized that resistance was futile. She felt very exposed and, in fact, she was -completely nude. The cool air swirled around her, brushing. "Marcus?" she turned, eyebrows drawn. "Why, what's wrong with Marcus?" You heard them throw someone out, right?" she nodded. "Marcus." MARCUS?" That drew a couple of stares, and she quieted down a little. "Marcus doesn't drink." Well he does now, and word is he makes a lousy drunk." Shit!" she grabbed her own coat, buckling it on as she followed her room-mate out into the corridor. "Where do you think he is?" He's your secret lover, you tell me." Alright... he's only been drunk once before,.