The Mungo Park sand play area was in the far corner of the field near the shelterbelt of pine tree diagram. The baseball game backstop formed the indorse enclosing barrier so that the swing lot and sliding board were hidden from opinion from the dead end gravel road or the parking lot. Only by walking through the outing tables or driving around the outfield and past the pitchers bullpen could you push right to the resort area. In the center of the lilliputian amusements was a familiar contraption the spinning festal go-round. By running along side the tyke could jump aboard and then perpetrate them selves toward the shopping center increasing the spin like an ice skater twirling and draftsmanship in her legs and arms. Over and over they would spin and act taking bit flying out of the side of meat into the cushy sands.

It was nothing More than a rope of scale steel mounted on an old truck wheel bearing. There were tobacco pipe railing leading towards the center like chutes. Laughing shaver made daytime play here.Things would be unlike tonight ; it was tranquillity in a moonless warm summertime even. The post midnight sky was inky-black black and scattered with glorious jewels and celestial spirits.

The van slowly drove the last quarter mile with visible light off at a near idle like a a brisk paseo. Anne glanced across the social movement seat as they turned and blocked the road 's position for any attack that followed. ineffectual to unfasten the seat belt with her cuffed hands behind your binding, I walked around, spread the door, and blindfold Anne securely. Slipping the gag between her dentition and fastening it firmly, he then opened the buckles and pulled her out to support and be led helplessly to the swing set. Backing you slowly against the highest hanging seat strap, I push you off your feet and into the golf stroke arse. Easing your weight forward I unlock one hand 's cuff and move it the the suspending Ernst Boris Chain high over your head. With the early hand I pull out a pause cuff, close it around your wrist before fixing it in the same position. Now I exchange the first metal watchband with the second suspension manacle and place it so you implements of war can just extend a bit to take a breather while sitting. Now I pull you forward as far as I can holding you chest high on your pendulum 's swing. Unfastening your slump and taking your panties elastic with my thumb, I pull them under your bottom and down to your knees. Here I can hold you in the air while I pull off your shoes with one hand. Sliding the pants over you ankles I let you swing back and away into the dark, bare bottomed and constrained to the swing. Pulling your self up and onto your infantry you stand chained from above in the sand box not knowing what will be next or where it will follow from. Your last contact with any ascendency of your drift is your feet in the gumption holding you just as far back as you can tread before the chain of mountains on your wrist cuff lift you into the air. Walking silently around behind I push you forward so the nates cam gaucherie under you once again. Now by pulling your ankle joint back and bending your knee joint I can defy you out of grasp of the soil again, but this time your bare rump is right at waist height in front of me. Taking a small soft spark plug from my bag of tricks I lube it and slowly slide it completely into your unprotected ass. You shudder reflexively and I feel your gentle cunt growing moist as I reach beneath. The lash seat is holding you positioned weightless and by stepping back or forward I can find the perfect stature to localise the tip of my shaft against the guarding lips. There is no way to resist or escape. With your butt joint hanging out and the strap at mid second joint you represent slow access to the entrance to your affectionateness. My finger's breadth outline the edges of the entrance slowly circling just grazing the outer edge of lips. Pressing gently at the perineum I waken More response and stir embers of a attack that has been dormant.

Wet trickling from the inside folds betrays your arousal, and the finger follows the trail interior. Probing against the wall against the plug behind a nerve is found that melts the tenseness I feel in your vibration weapon system. I 'm grueling as a rock as I drop my trouser to the ground and find the entrance with the tip of my shaft. You hang weightless and penetrated while I stroke slowly to the mysterious respite. Holding you there I start to hump you against my pubic bone, just stuffing you deep with no shot at all. I spank you bottom with my unfreeze handwriting and warm the clamber slowly before switching to even the smacking on both sides.

Now you are completely wet and warm and good. I withdraw and let you swing down to the arse of the arc. After putting arm cuffs above your elbow joint I let you down and then jog your elbow joint together behind your back, before marching you to the merry go round and sitting you down on the edge facing outward. I push you onto your binding with your helpless arms held along side your costa unable to strain out. Then I cuff your hands to the outside of the radial hand rails so your bottom rests just at the border of the metal platform. Sliding a cargo shoulder strap under your back, I push your stifle back to your chest and strap them there against your belly with your animal foot sticking straight up and knee nearly at your shoulders. I start to fuck you some more, slowly and deliberately angling along each face of the in inner canal outlining the nerves in every region. Behind me in the moonless night I hear the quiet grinding of bicycles pulling up the gravel glide slope. Transfixed by the spate of the shadowed spectacle they watch knowing they have been seen without dissent or concern. The woman 's hands have unconsciously reached down to her vulva and she instinctively rubs herself. The man 's bicycle shorts display his reaction clearly though the stretchy fabric. I silently motion him over and he can not stand the musical theme. I peel out-of-doors a safety wrapper and hand him the circle of latex as I get up from my knee height fervidness. He kneels onto the sand and slips his unfamiliar shaft inside to your surprise. I climb onto the political platform and remove your blindfold, letting you see the hefty rider kneeling against you. Commanding you with my finger's breadth against my lips and shushing my breath, I let you sleep together it is not the time to cry out and release the gag as well. Kneeling above your principal I drag my ballock across your fount as I place the blood filled shaft end in you mouth. You suck and slobber closing your middle to the care that no longer concern you. Another pair of cyclists descend the hill side shortcut to the park, and susurration voyeuristic-ally at the spectacle. The second woman pushes her man forward wickedly wanting to see him too engaged. I motion him to kneel down next to the commencement and hand him another thin protective sleeve. On the side by side back stroke the first passenger pulls out and pushes the bicycle sideways like a pistol six-gun indexing to the next chamber. As another pair of riders pulls up he slides in and takes over the rhythm, while the first wheel man pauses and rests. The third rider does n't look back as he steps off the wheel and slips off his Lycra shorts. His fat stumpy scape is intemperate and gear up. I manus him another condom and he slips it on and waits a import then pushes his neighbor back and spins the wheel to the following position and takes over. Your sucking has lost any approach pattern and has dissolved into the most aristocratical envelopment.

The women are sitting back on one of the Mungo Park benches watching comfortable as their partners turn the bike back and Forth River swapping strokes seamlessly. Finally one of them ruptures his density and explodes from the profoundness of his balls. He unleashes the convulsive shudders of humping pressure against you and stands up to stretch his peg letting the remaining two resume the swapping cerebrovascular accident. As the mo and third gear explode in round. I step up and take my plaza again against the wheel of delight. The night is still moody even thought you have been taken for hours by now. I see the first rider sitting with his partner making out on the work bench. As she see him getting hard again she pushes him to his infantry to acquire his place at the wheel. It is a merry go round of drinks and each of us takes three bout squirting away our get-up-and-go into your warmness. As the sky begins to get scant in the east. I motion them back and sit you up at the boundary of the brand turn table. Unfastening your hands from the track I stand you up in the sand. You are beyond protest and there is no one who cares within miles. I lead you dripping and wet back to the van and put you on the mattress in back, bound and then blindfolded and driveway into the sunrise .