"OK," he said, swinging the car into the last empty slot under the covered parking stall. "Time to get ready, honey."
Lynn looked at her lover for one last time, then sighed and opened the case on her lap.
She lifted out the mask. It was more like a full head hood, with several small straps that could be tightened and fitted with tiny padlocks so that it couldn't be removed, except by the man with the key.
Lynn licked her lips. She pursed her lips tightly for a moment, then lifted the hood over her head. She worked the tight mask down over her lovely hair, and pulled it firmly down over her face. The leather was already growing warm from her body heat. The snugness felt kind of nice, actually. Lynn was a little surprised at the comfort. She had expected something a bit less comfortable, to say the least.
The hood straps slipped up under her chin and locked into place. Harry helped her tuck her hair under the sides, and the rest of Lynn's long hair fell in a soft cascade down her back.
A wider strap came across over her lips, and on the inner side of the leather band was a fat and long dork-shaped rubber knob.
"Open up, there, baby," Harry said casually. His heart was hammering wildly, though, and his voice quivered. He was both excited and scared at the same time.
Lynn gulped once, then opened her mouth wide to accept the huge gag. Her tongue curled back into her throat. She hated the awful taste of the fat rubber prick.
Harry quickly locked the strap to Lynn's helmet, and the girl was gagged. A simple snap of the eyehole flaps and she would be blindfolded as well.
"Get out, baby," Harry told her.
Lynn had to twist her whole body to find the latch on the car door, and finally got it open. She slid her long legs out and stood up, her robe falling down over her legs to her ankles.
Harry got out too, and locked his door.
He walked around to Lynn.
"OK, babe, time for the disrobing."
Lynn didn't hesitate, and she shrugged the robe off her shoulders. She felt the evening air caress her naked breasts, huge and warm, and standing out proudly from her chest.
Harry took the robe and tossed it over the back of the seat. He bent inside the car and pulled out a pair of soft leather riding boot, complete with hard steel spurs.
Lynn could still see out of her hood, and she lifted one foot at a time to help Harry slip the knee-length boots onto her legs. The leather was soft and warm on her feet.
Harry locked the straps over Lynn's calves tightly. The boots were on to stay, now.
"Gotta take those sweet little panties down, Lynnie," Harry whispered to the girl.
She hooked her thumbs under the waist and squatted down sexily as she skinned the brief swatch of material down her legs. She fumbled getting them off over the boots and spurs. But finally she straightened back up, naked save for her helmet and boots.
Her long hair swept gently over her bare back as the evening breeze toyed with the soft strands.
Her nipples perked up hard and erect as the wind played over them.
She felt a trickle of fluid in her cunt, and moaned quietly to herself.
"Turn around, babe. Put your hands behind your back."
Again Lynn obeyed quickly, without hesitation. She crossed her wrists and felt him wrap the leather thong very tightly around them, locking them together.
A second strap was slipped under her upper arms, and when Harry pulled it tight, Lynn gasped. She felt her shoulders jerk backward as her elbows ground together. Her big breasts lifted high, thrusting outward almost impossibly far as she was forced to arch her back so her shoulders wouldn't be torn from their joints.
Harry sighed in admiration of Lynn's tremendous tits. How they could remain so firm and round and high on the young woman's chest was a miracle to the man, considering the size of those beautiful globes of female flesh.
He took a moment to suck her nipple. Lynn groaned at the touch of her lover's lips and leaned forward, mashing her huge soft breast against his face, driving her swollen hard nipple onto Harry's wriggling tongue.
He nipped her bud with his teeth. Lynn cried out, leaned backward, and pulled her nipple from his sucking lips. It made a loud pop.
"Delicious, baby. Absolutely top of the bottle cream," Harry told her.
Lynn grunted her thanks over the mouth-stuffing plastic plug.
Harry took her arm with one hand and led her to the porch. Lynn walked with some difficulty in the extremely high heels of her cowgirl boots. The added awkwardness of the big spurs didn't help any, either.
On the porch Harry paused, then turned her to him. He reached up and closed one flap, partially blinding Lynn. He bent and kissed her other eyelid, then closed the flap.
Lynn was sightless. Her blood raced. Her body reacted to the situation sexually. She could feel every nerve in her body tingling and ready for anything – the slightest touch of a strange hand on her shoulder, the feel of lips against her hot moist pussy, anything. She was ready for it all, and expected it all.
And, she realized suddenly, she wanted it all.
"This is Jenny, gentlemen," John Wellington said. He was gripping the youngster's upper arm. Her hands were still bound behind her back. As he spoke, John threw the child forward into the center of the lavishly furnished living room. She tripped and fell to the floor, hitting hard.
"Jenny is underaged."
The men seated comfortably around the room felt their cocks go hard at the sight of the little girl lying on the floor.
Jenny was stark naked, and her wrists were bound behind her. Otherwise she was free to move as best she could.
Jenny moaned and fought to sit up on the floor. Her shoulder throbbed slightly where she'd hit the rug. But the thickness and soft ness of the rug had prevented any real harm from her fall.
She sat up, her eyes lowered demurely, waiting. She could feel the eyes of each and every man in the room blazing into her naked flesh.
She found it thrilling to be the center of attention, naked and bound like this. Her little nipples were still hard from her recent fucking upstairs. Her cunt was still oozing hot juice, and traces of John's creamy spunk still matted the hair of her full and puffy twat.
John looked at each man in turn. Jim sat casually in his chair, one hand resting on top of one woman's head. She was crouching like a dog beside his chair, chained by the throat to the leg. John raised his eyebrows in appreciation of Jan's tight ass and outfit, and her obvious docility.
Don was stretched out in his chair, his legs crossed and resting on the stool. John noted that his date – in the guise of a pony – was on her hands and knees beside the chair, in much the same pose that Jim's date had assumed. But why hadn't Don used the woman's back for a footrest, instead of the stool? It showed a certain lack of seriousness on Don's part, Wellington thought.
Harry was sitting on one end of the couch, and his date – a stunningly tall and graceful beauty with the biggest pair of hot tits John had ever seen, and in such perfect shape – was standing motionlessly beside him.
All the young ladies were blinded. John noted with satisfaction that his youthful date had taken complete possession of his guest's attention.
John sighed as he sat down. Too bad. Only three men had been of proper caliber this year. Maybe next year there would be more – like that first year, when there bad been nine couples in this very room, nine men, and nine bound beauties, willingly performing the most outrageous acts.
But past glories were past, and it was this year – three men, three beautiful women. Enough bodies, John suspected, to make a most successful evening.
Jenny pouted quietly as she shifted her shoulders. They had been pulled back behind her so long that they ached like hell.