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I’m running in the little secluded park just outside the wealthy gated community I live in. It is a warm summer night, the soft breeze is just a welcome relief against my hot, sweaty skin. The sun has just set so I’ve chose to head back home. It isn’t very far but I’m anxious to have home before the night time fully descends. There is a constant know who could possibly be available on the prowl..

For more information about 5escortgirls stop by our page. I’m wearing my typical workout gear, charcoal grey leggings and a black sports bra peeking by way of a sheer magenta pink tank top. My breasts never look better than they do in a good sports bra, lifted and pushed together by the tight, supportive fabric which lifts and נערת ליווי accentuates my modest C cup cleavage. My long thick hair pulled back into a messy bun, soft bangs framing my blue eyes and impossibly pale skin. An English Rose complexion, so I’ve been told. But my most obvious feature is my ample derriere. Round and firm, 5escortgirls made more striking by my disproportionately dainty waist. I’m the sort of woman who usually dresses conservatively, נערת ליווי whom despite being in my own early thirties, is often referred to as “cute” but rarely sexy. Perhaps that’s why this form-fitting clothing makes me feel good, sensual even. I relish every lingering look I get from male passers by, walking their dogs or out for a run.

I’m playing music so I don’t even hear him approach me from behind. Before I know what’s happening I’m a solid hand over my mouth, holding a towel maybe? A powerful chemical smell overpowers me and after a short struggle I go limp, still processing what’s happening as I lose consciousness..

I wake up in my bed. I quickly realise that this was not really a dream. My hands and נערות ליווי feet are tied firmly to the bed posts. My head foggy and limbs heavy, I look down and my confusion is compounded further. My clothes have now been replaced. The garment I’m now wearing is made of soft powder blue coloured silk, a small spaghetti strapped neglig? barely reaching my mid-thigh. The sheer fabric helps it be clear that my bra and panties have now been removed. The loose bun I’d in my own hair is down now, my locks carefully placed around my shoulders.