My name is Alan," I said, shaking her hand. Her hand was very small and light, very dainty. "Listen Kirsten, since I don't have to stand in this slow ...oving line anymore, would you like to join me for lunch down in the food court? I know it's not the best food in the world, but I'm starving. It will be my treat," I said."Sure. I'd love to," Kirsten replied.I waited for her to finish paying for her clothing and then we walked side by side down to the food court area of the mall. We chose a. Seven young men found themselves at our house looking to help, they said but their eyes never left the ladies. I still had my own troubles, for mothers were constantly taking their daughters around and hoping that Mom would order me to escort the young ladies.I did find out something special about my girls. The boys were broken up into small groups and the girls got the boys to volunteer to assist cleaning up the fairgrounds and even the campgrounds. I heard Natalie say that they would come by. I unbuttoned and slipped off your shirt, and you folded it up and put it on the basket. You folded my dress when I slipped out of it. You gently placed it on top of your shirt. Your hands were cool as they started to touch me. You covered my breast with your hand and put your mouth to mine. We kissed as if we were still hungry and tasted each other with forceful rhythm. I lightly scratched your back. You pinched my nipple very gently. You ran your hand down my belly, and caressed the soft down. " He pulled on the tights that stopped perfectly at his thighs. He slowly pulled the panties up over his throbbing cock. She smiled and pushed him back on his back. "Turn onto your stomach, slave." He laid on his stomach and she grabbed hand cuffs. She wrapped them around the bed post and cuffed his hands. She then walked behind him, holding a dildo. She slowly pulled down his underwear, then spit on the dildo and rubbed it around on his anus. She got it nice and wet, then she slowly shoved it.