The parking area Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin frolic area was in the far corner of the force field near the windbreak of pine trees. The baseball game catcher formed the bit inclosure barrier so that the swing sets and slides were hidden from persuasion from the drained end gravel road or the parking lot. Only by walking through the picnic tabular array or driving around the outfield and past the pitchers bullpen could you repulse right to the playground. In the shopping center of the short amusements was a associate appliance the spinning snappy go-round. By running along side the nestling could jump aboard and then pull them ego toward the nerve center increasing the tailspin like an ice skater twirling and drafting in her wooden leg and implements of war. Over and over they would spin and work taking crook flying out of the side into the soft sands.

It was nothing to a greater extent than a Mexican valium of plate steel mounted on an old truck cycle charge. There were pipe rail leading towards the meat like chutes. Laughing children made daytime play here.Things would be different tonight ; it was quiet in a moonless warm summer eve. The post midnight sky was inky black and unconnected with brilliant jewels and celestial spirits.

The van slowly drove the last quarter mile with lights off at a come near idle like a a brisk base on balls. Anne glanced across the front buttocks as they turned and blocked the road 's panorama for any approach that followed. ineffectual to unfasten the seat bang with her cuffed men behind your back, I walked around, unfold the threshold, and blindfold Anne securely. Slipping the gag between her teeth and fastening it firmly, he then opened the warp and pulled her out to stand and be led helplessly to the swing set. financial backing you slowly against the mellow hanging seat strap, I push you off your invertebrate foot and into the cut seat. Easing your weight forward I unlock one hand 's handlock and move it the the suspending chain high over your head. With the former hand I pull out a interruption cuff, close it around your wrist before fixing it in the same emplacement. Now I substitute the first metallic element bracelet with the mo hanging cuff and blank space it so you arms can just pass a bit to rest while sitting. Now I pull you forward as far as I can holding you chest high on your pendulum 's swinging. Unfastening your slacks and taking your panties elastic with my pollex, I pull them under your bottom and down to your knee. Here I can hold you in the air while I pull off your brake shoe with one deal. Sliding the pants over you ankles I let you swing back and away into the dark, bare bottomed and constrained to the baseball swing. Pulling your ego up and onto your feet you stand chained from above in the sand box not knowing what will be next or where it will number from. Your last contact with any ascendance of your movement is your feet in the sand holding you just as far back as you can step before the chains on your wrist cuff lift you into the air. Walking silently around behind I push you forward so the seat cam slip under you once again. Now by pulling your ankle back and bending your knees I can oblige you out of reach of the background again, but this fourth dimension your bare can is right at shank elevation in front of me. Taking a small soft sparking plug from my bag of joke I lube it and slowly slue it completely into your unprotected ass. You shudder reflexively and I feel your voiced twat growing moist as I reach beneath. The strap seat is holding you positioned weightless and by stepping back or forward I can find the perfect top to place the tip of my cock against the guarding lips. There is no way to resist or escape. With your rear end hanging out and the strap at mid thigh you face easy access to the entrance to your lovingness. My finger's breadth outline the edges of the entrance slowly circling just grazing the outer sharpness of lip. Pressing gently at the perineum I waken more reception and excite coal of a fire that has been dormant.

Wet trickling from the inside folds betrays your foreplay, and the finger follows the trail inside. Probing against the wall against the plug behind a nerve is found that melts the tension I feel in your shaking arms. I 'm laborious as a sway as I drop my pants to the undercoat and find the entry with the tip of my ray of light. You hang weightless and penetrated while I stroke slowly to the bass time out. Holding you there I start to hump you against my pubic osseous tissue, just stuffing you deep with no stroke at all. I spank you bottom with my costless deal and warm the peel slowly before switching to even the slaps on both sides.

Now you are completely wet and warm and full. I withdraw and let you swing down to the tail end of the arc. After putting arm cuffs above your cubitus I let you down and then crop your articulatio cubiti together behind your cover, before marching you to the merry go round of drinks and sitting you down on the edge facing outward. I push you onto your back with your helpless branch held along side your ribs ineffective to get to out. Then I cuff your hands to the exterior of the radiate hand track so your bottom rests just at the edge of the metal platform. Sliding a cargo strap under your spinal column, I push your knee joint back to your chest and welt them there against your belly with your feet sticking straight up and knee nearly at your shoulders. I start to fuck you some more, slowly and deliberately angling along each side of the in inner canal outlining the nerves in every field. Behind me in the moonless Nox I hear the tranquilize detrition of bicycles pulling up the crushed rock overture. Transfixed by the mint of the shadowy spectacle they watch knowing they have been seen without protest or concern. The woman 's mitt have unconsciously reached down to her vulva and she instinctively rubs herself. The man 's motorcycle shorts display his chemical reaction clearly though the stretchy fabric. I silently motion him over and he can not resist the idea. I peel open a prophylactic peignoir and hand him the circle of latex as I get up from my knee height ardor. He kneels onto the sand and slips his unfamiliar shaft inside to your surprise. I climb onto the platform and murder your blindfold, letting you see the muscular rider kneeling against you. Commanding you with my finger against my lips and shushing my breath, I let you know it is not the time to cry out and release the gag as well. Kneeling above your promontory I drag my Ball across your human face as I place the blood filled pecker end in you mouth. You suck and slobber closing your eye to the tending that no longer concern you. Another pair of cyclists descend the pitcher's mound side shortcut to the green, and whisper voyeuristic-ally at the spectacle. The second cleaning woman pushes her man forward wickedly wanting to see him too engaged. I motion him to kneel down next to the first and hired man him another sparse protective sleeve. On the future back stroke the offset rider pulls out and pushes the bike sideways like a handgun revolver indexing to the adjacent chamber. As another pair of riders pulls up he slides in and takes over the regular recurrence, while the first cycle man pauses and rests. The thirdly rider does n't look back as he steps off the bike and slickness off his Lycra drawers. His fat stumpy pecker is hard and ready. I hand him another safety and he slips it on and waits a moment then pushes his neighbor back and spins the cycle to the side by side post and takes over. Your suck has lost any pattern and has dissolved into the most appease envelopment.

The cleaning woman are sitting back on one of the park benches watching well-to-do as their partners turn the wheel back and forth swapping stroking seamlessly. Finally one of them ruptures his concentration and explodes from the astuteness of his orchis. He unleashes the convulsive thrill of humping insistency against you and stands up to stretch his legs letting the remaining two resume the swapping strokes. As the second and third explode in turn. I step up and take my station again against the wheel of pleasance. The dark is still colored even thought you have been taken for hours by now. I see the first rider sitting with his partner making out on the bench. As she see him getting hard again she pushes him to his feet to need his station at the steering wheel. It is a merry go troll and each of us takes three turn squirting away our DOE into your warmth. As the sky begins to get brightness level in the east. I motion them back and sit you up at the edge of the steel turn table. Unfastening your mitt from the rails I stand you up in the sand. You are beyond protest and there is no one who cares within statute mile. I lead you dripping and wet back to the van and put you on the mattress in back, bound and then blindfolded and drive into the sunrise .