We awoke from our nap to dress for dinner. Shelley chose a light frilly dress which billowed out when she walked. I chose a sport coat, slacks and a w...ite silk shirt. We left and went to dinner. The staff remembered us from ten years ago and we were treated to one of our best meals ever in Paris. Shelley and I were overjoyed. When it came time to pay the bill the Maître D insisted that it was a gift from the hotel to us to celebrate our ten years. We thanked them all and left the hotel to walk. I was so happy after sometime I moved my hands slowly down she came near my ears and wished no please but I had no intension to stop i moved my hands between her legs and rubbed it and I asked her to spread her legs a bit and she did it I started to rub her pussy on her kameez.I pressed it and pinched it hard and she started biting my cheeks and my ears I was so horny now and my dick was dying inside my jeans I wanted to free it now but I was in a full packed bus and nothing could happen here.. He was moving apart my buttocks, very wide that time. And my pussy got so wet as usual. I wanted to touch him, but I was laying still and enjoyed the sexual thoughts and his hands touches. He started to massage stronger pressing the points, at one moment weakening the pressure, at another accelerating, just hardly touching me, then fondling tenderly. I was full of desire and wanted to move my legs apart and just catch his hand and force to fondle my pussy. But I controlled myself; I was. "Hello gorgeous, have a good sleep?" "W-what are you doing to me?!" said Angelica while struggling against her bonds. "Ever since the first day I laid eyes on you, I loved you. Everything about you; the way you look, the way you walk, your voice..." Donna approached the girl, ran her hands up her sleek thighs, and reached for a scissor to cut her bra and panties off. "You sick bitch!" Angelica shouted while tearing up. Donna reached for the roll of duct tape and ran her fingers over Angelica's.