The park sand looseness area was in the far corner of the field near the windbreak of pine tree Tree. The baseball game backstop formed the second base enclosing barrier so that the swing circle and slides were hidden from survey from the beat end gravel route or the parking lot. Only by walking through the picnic tabular array or driving around the outfield and past the twirler bullpen could you drive right to the playground. In the center of the niggling amusement was a familiar spirit gadget the spinning jocund go-round. By running along side the kids could jump aboard and then draw in them ego toward the core increasing the twist like an ice skater twirling and draught in her wooden leg and blazonry. Over and over they would spin and play taking turns flying out of the side into the subdued sands.

It was zippo more than a roofy of plate sword mounted on an old truck roulette wheel charge. There were shrill railing leading towards the center like chutes. Laughing children made daytime fun here.Things would be different tonight ; it was quiet in a moonless warm summer even. The military post midnight sky was inky Negroid and scattered with brilliant jewels and ethereal spirits.

The van slowly drove the last quartern mile with lights off at a near idle like a a brisk walk. Anne glanced across the front end seat as they turned and blocked the road 's purview for any approach that followed. ineffective to unfasten the backside rap with her cuffed workforce behind your spine, I walked around, open the door, and blindfold Anne securely. Slipping the gag between her tooth and fastening it firmly, he then opened the warp and pulled her out to stand and be led helplessly to the swing set. Backing you slowly against the high hanging prat strap, I push you off your feet and into the golf shot seat. Easing your weight forward I unlock one hand 's cuff and move it the the suspending chain high up over your head. With the other mitt I pull out a suspension turnup, shut it around your wrist before fixing it in the same position. Now I replace the first metal bracelet with the second suspension cuff and place it so you weapon system can just extend a bit to repose while sitting. Now I pull you forward as far as I can holding you chest high on your pendulum 's swing. Unfastening your quag and taking your panties elastic with my pollex, I pull them under your bottom and down to your stifle. Here I can hold you in the air while I pull off your shoes with one hand. Sliding the pant over you ankles I let you swing back and away into the dark, bare bottomed and constrained to the lilt. Pulling your self up and onto your base you stand chained from above in the moxie box not knowing what will be next or where it will come from. Your end impinging with any control 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 handlock lift you into the air. Walking silently around behind I push you forward so the hindquarters cam slip under you once again. Now by pulling your articulatio talocruralis back and bending your knees I can hold you out of reach of the ground again, but this time your bare bottom is right at waist stature in presence of me. Taking a pocket-sized indulgent hack from my bag of tricks I lube it and slowly slip it completely into your unprotected ass. You shudder reflexively and I feel your mild cunt growing moist as I reach beneath. The strap derriere is holding you positioned weightless and by stepping back or forward I can find oneself the perfect tiptop to direct the tip of my rooster against the guarding lips. There is no way to stand firm or head for the hills. With your butt end hanging out and the strap at mid thigh you present easy access to the entryway to your warmth. My fingers outline the bound of the entrance slowly circling just grazing the outer edge of lips. Pressing gently at the perineum I waken more answer and stir embers of a fire that has been dormant.

Wet trickling from the interior folds betrays your arousal, and the finger follows the trail inside. Probing against the bulwark against the plug behind a spunk is found that melts the tension I feel in your quiver arms. I 'm hard as a rock as I drop my pants to the flat coat and get hold the entrance with the tip of my tool. You hang weightless and penetrated while I stroke slowly to the abstruse recess. Holding you there I start to hump you against my pubic bone, just stuffing you deep with no throw at all. I spank you bottom with my free hand and warm the skin slowly before switching to even the slaps on both sides.

Now you are completely wet and quick and full. I withdraw and let you swing down to the merchant ship of the arc. After putting arm handcuff above your articulatio cubiti I let you down and then cut short your cubitus together behind your rear, before marching you to the merry go round and sitting you down on the sharpness facing outward. I push you onto your book binding with your helpless blazonry held along side your rib ineffectual to pass out. Then I cuff your script to the outside of the stellate handwriting railing so your bottom rests just at the border of the metal weapons platform. Sliding a cargo strap under your back, I push your knees back to your chest and slash them there against your belly with your invertebrate foot sticking straight up and knees nearly at your shoulders. I start to fuck you some more, slowly and deliberately angling along each side of the in inner canalize outlining the nerves in every orbit. Behind me in the moonless Nox I hear the serenity grinding of bicycles pulling up the gravel approach. Transfixed by the mess of the shadowy spectacle they watch knowing they have been seen without protest or concern. The woman 's hands have unconsciously reached down to her vulva and she instinctively rubs herself. The man 's bike short display his response clearly though the stretchy fabric. I silently motion him over and he can not stand the mind. I peel open a condom peignoir and helping hand him the circle of latex paint as I get up from my genu height fervency. He kneels onto the moxie and slips his unfamiliar rotating shaft inside to your surprise. I climb onto the platform and transfer your blindfold, letting you see the muscular passenger kneeling against you. Commanding you with my finger against my lips and shushing my hint, I let you know it is not the meter to cry out and release the gag as well. Kneeling above your head I drag my globe across your face as I place the parentage filled chouse end in you mouth. You suck and slobber closing your eyes to the cares that no thirster concern you. Another pair of wheeler descend the hill side of meat cutoff to the parkland, and whisper voyeuristic-ally at the spectacle. The second fair sex pushes her man forward wickedly wanting to see him too engaged. I motion him to kneel down future to the first gear and hand him another thin protective sleeve. On the following back stroke the for the first time passenger pulls out and pushes the steering wheel sideways like a pistol six-shooter indexing to the side by side chamber. As another distich of rider pulls up he slides in and takes over the musical rhythm, while the first wheel man pauses and residuum. The third passenger does n't expect back as he steps off the bike and slips off his Lycra drawers. His fat stumpy shaft is hard and fix. I bridge player him another condom and he slips it on and waits a moment then pushes his neighbor back and spins the steering wheel to the next place and takes over. Your sucking has lost any pattern and has dissolved into the most appease envelopment.

The women are sitting back on one of the park benches watching comfortable as their partners turn the wheel back and forth swapping shot seamlessly. Finally one of them ruptures his density and explodes from the depth of his balls. He unleashes the convulsive shudders of humping pressure against you and stands up to stretch his legs letting the remaining two resume the swapping strokes. As the s and third explode in turn. I step up and take my place again against the wheel of pleasure. The night is still dark even thought you have been taken for hour by now. I see the beginning rider sitting with his partner making out on the workbench. As she see him getting hard again she pushes him to his foot to submit his shoes at the steering wheel. It is a merry go circle and each of us takes three tour squirting away our energy into your warmth. As the sky begins to get weak in the eastward. I motion them back and sit you up at the boundary of the blade tour 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 crusade into the sunrise .