Not that she was in a huge hurry, but she didn’t feel like doubling the length of her trip. She walked carefully the rest of the way, worried that walking too quickly might be asking for trouble, and kept one hand swinging loosely by her side, ready to snap into action if her skirts caught a guest of wind again. She cutting down a narrow laneway next to the market building when the wind struck again. She immediately snapped her arms to her sides to hold her skirt in place but an appreciative whistle from behind her told her she hadn’t been fast enough and her face flushed with embarrassment. She turned around and gave a sarcastic smile to a couple of guys she hadn’t realized were behind her. If she had to guess they were probably in their late teens, probably skipping school. Then she looked down at the ground and realized that her purse strap had become unbuckled and it had fallen on the ground, a couple of items falling out. 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She slowly rose to her feet intending to just walk into the supermarket where they wouldn’t follow her but the closer of the two stepped in front of her to block her from going in that direction as he scanned her up and down, looking at her dress. “What’s a cute girl like you doing wandering around like that, no bra, no undies?” he drawled, calling her ‘girl’ seemed insulting considering he was at least three years her junior but she had to admit he had the male advantage of being taller and of a bigger build. “Leave me alone.” She said firmly. “Leave her alone, she reckons.” The boy laughs looking over her shoulder at his friend behind her. “Not unless you give us another peek at what’s under that dress.” Tegan was rattled. Surely the area couldn’t be this deserted, but this laneway didn’t have good visibility from the street and she was dead in the middle of it. She didn’t dare take her eyes off the boy to look around for help but she didn’t know what to do. She tried the assertive tactic again. “I said back off.” She glared at him, trying to seem tough. The boy put his hands up in mock surrender. “Ok, ok, sorry. I’ll back off…” suddenly he lunged and snatched her broken purse out of her hand and danced back a few steps “…but how will I give you your stuff back?” Tegan lunged in a panic but suddenly his friend had his arms hooked under hers from behind and laced his fingers behind her head, locking her in place. She tried to struggle but all massage she could manage was a slight side to side movement with her arms out to the sides. She tried stamping on her captor’s foot but the way he was holding her prevented her from putting any significant impact on the ground. “Let me go!” she screamed “This is assault!” “What d’you mean? I’m just trying to return your purse.” The boy smirked as he stepped in close to her, trying to grab the hem of her skirt. She kicked at his hand, driving him back again. After a few unsuccessful attempts at grabbing her skirt, the boy behind her suddenly let her go. She lunged for the boy holding her purse again but immediately noticed something amiss with her dress and realized that while she was in the arm lock the boy holding her had untied the knot that held together the front of the dress. She held the material in place, trying to avoid exposing herself as she fumbled with asian the knot to try and secure it again. As the boys taunted her with her bag, trying to lure her closer a pair of muscular arms suddenly grabbed their heads from behind and pushed them together, hard, and they immediately crumpled to the ground. Tegan hadn’t noticed the man coming but he’d stepped out from an alcove in the side of the laneway that she surmised must have a doorway into the building. As Tegan secured the knot of her dress and adjusted the straps to make sure her chest was properly covered again she looked warily at the powerfully built man who’d come to her rescue. About an hour later Ryan said, “I apologize. I heard a chain unlatching then he opened the door. Now I can't just... show you Brunette what you asked for, but I think I found a way to help you progress in our private lessons." Sabrina stretched and hopped out of bed. I interracial swayed, growing dizzy from the enthusiasm of her lust. The sky was getting darker and Leona knew they needed to find a place to camp. At first she was confused because he felt different, but then she realized that it was because he was wearing a condom. “ohh fuck Emma you’re massage so tight…” Troy groans as he moves his cock in and out in a faster pace, feeling its hard to move with her pussy clenching on him so tight. 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