Suddenly she sits back, letting go and swirling into motion – trouble once again has come their way he is sure of.Looking around from beach, to lake...to the skies and jungles nary a sight or sound indicates anything is wrong; just that giggling laugh of hers as a babbling brook combined with a wind chime in the mountain meadows. It takes him a moment to understand, as she playfully twirls her shirt on one fingers end before tossing it over to where his own are drying by the fire.Hands in hands. ’ ‘Seven-Up,’ I heard my voice say mechanically. ‘Seven and seven?’ ‘No, plain Seven-Up.’ ‘Hmmmmph,’ said the waitress and went away. ‘Are you sick?’ said the blonde. She peered at me strangely. I didn’t say anything. I was looking at her boobs. Her sweater was too tight, a cardigan, and she was braless, and the top button of her sweater was open. Her breasts were high and hard and the nipples pressed firmly. I could see the nipples outlined right through the sweater, and the closeness of her. ’ Mr. Green said. ‘But all I have on under my dress is my bra!’ I protested. ‘I’m tired of readjusting your dress every time you move about. So off with it, and hurry up.’ Now I really felt naked with only my bra on in front of a man I hardly knew. ‘Bend over again so that I can secure you to the horse and I won’t have to put up with any more of your nonsense.’ Mr. Green said. So over the horse I went again, and this time he put wrist cuffs on me, and secured them to eyehooks that were already. He got out and looked me over shoved his hand up my short skirt to check for panties, which I wasn’t wearing and he gave my sissy cock and balls a good squeeze. ‘Nice’ he said and pushed over the bonnet pulled up my skirt and fingered my damp hole.There were a few other cars about, so he decided to leave the car park and we drove up the hill to a layby where he pushed me roughly down and pulled his cock out. I greedily started to suck on as other vehicles passed by. Once he was hard he bent me.