I walked to your table and asked if I could join you, you allowed me to. As I set the wine down, I reach for your face brushing your hair aside, I le...n in to whisper in your ear, our cheeks brush and I say, “Hi my name is Steve and the only thing in the world that matters to me right now, is to softly, deeply, kiss your lips.” I sit down, I put my hand on the table face up, and you immediately put your hand in it. I sink into the green sea of your eyes, they are so deep and beautiful I can. We just want what you have." Said one who was advancing on her. He had her pressed against the ground, leaves getting in her hair. He reached to push his jeans down further, rubbing himself lewdly against her unmarred skin. She twisted and tried to fight him, but she lacked the strength. The larger threat on her face was the realization that her fear only seemed to encourage him.I reached him as he pushed Grace again as she struggled and began to reach further down. "She's mine." I growled and. Soft lips traced patterns across her skin, pinched lightly at her breast, licked lightly over her lips or gently pressed into her vagina - but never very far.Hilary began to moan and lift, trying to press into the tongues and mouths, working with them but each time they seemed to lift and start again elsewhere. Waves of sensual pleasure flowed through her, each one building but never quite reaching breaking point.Over and over it went until she was in a daze of sensual feeling, on edge and. In fact, just the thought of it caused her sex to twitch in excitement and her already pointed nipples to grow impossibly hard.Mistress was once again circling Sandy, and now she had a riding crop in her hand that she thwacked into her own palm in much the same way that she had at the dinner table. Sandy watched and listened, the anticipation of what was to come seemed more excruciating than the actual cropping could possibly be.Sandy realized how erroneous that thought had been just moments.