After a bit, Angela noticed I wasn't paying attention and decided to change tack.After a bit, Angela noticed I wasn't paying attention and decided to change tack. She removed the pole and retied my limbs from being around the tree to more broom handles. Half by my squirming, half by pulling on my hair, she got me over to the still empty paddling pool and secured me so I was streached out face upwards with my legs and arms spread wide by the poles. Gagging me with the long discarded swimming briefs, she sat astride my stomach, bounced up and down a bit, then got to work on my nipples with her jagged fingernails. Unfortunatly, what with her teasing, tickling and taunting me, leaning forwards so her breasts were opposite my eyes then slapping me if I moved, she couldn't see behind her. Unfortunatly I say because when she leant backwards she was surprised to feel the length of my now flagpole-like penis against her crotch. Having slid forwards again, she turned to see what it was, blushed with anger then screwed up her fist and hit me, as hard as she could, bruising my cheekbone and giving me a black eye. This did not please me. I spat the gag out and swore at her, accusing her of not keeping promises and telling her to wash me off and let me go. Angela sprang up and stood there, shaking with adrenaline, then sprinted off to the house. I lowered my voice, not wanting the adults to find me like this and, being unable to slip her excessive knots, I remained where I was trying to free the poles from the objects she had attached them to. Sauntering back about ten minutes later, lugging a bag, she knelt beside me, kissed me and said she would keep her promise. Producing some liquid soap she got the hose and gently started to wash off the caked blood from my thin, slightly tanned body. |