I’m sorry, Wendy. She felt herself being carried away on an irresistible tide of lust rising swiftly inside her and had already forgotten the events of earlier. Indian Sex A car passed and Wendy glanced up and immediately recognised the driver. “Lie down witch!” Came an order and Wendy lay on the clothes as she felt her skirt and panties being peeled away completely along with her top. “Not in a fucking minute. “Taxi for Wendy?” She said. “Hey, boys, she’s a left-hander!” One laughed nervously, before sliding his hand up the back of Wendy’s black top feeling for the ridge of her bra strap and getting even more excited when he realised there wasn’t one there. “Get her onto the floor!” A voice said and Wendy felt herself being pushed down roughly onto the cobbled of the alleyway. “Well it’s hard, she’s going to get!” Said another member and the group laughed. He was standing directly in front of Wendy and he spread his arms to stop her getting through and into the alleyway.
