Thankfully, Ken suggested that we try some afternoon fishing. My dad had always told me that fishing was best at dawn and dusk, but I enthusiastically...agreed. Part of my reason was that I figured that if I didn’t get away from Karen, I might do something in front of her husband and my wife that I would regret. We went back to the camp, gathered our gear and a requisite supply of beer, and set out to terrorize the fish. Three hours, two bites, twelve beers, and no fish later, we headed the boat. The bride-- Lucy -- has been in for a trial, but she saw Vicki not me. So, youcould do hers and I'll do the bridesmaids, or you can do them and I'lldo the bride. I think there's a hairdresser too. She doesn't wantanything too out there. It should be a breeze for a man of yourtalents." Who are you calling a man?" I ask, dropping my voice to Kevin's range.It sounds oddly forced, like a woman doing an impression.Shayna giggles anyway, reaching down to squeeze my thigh. "I love whenyou do that,". Prove yourself worthy and prosper!"The door opened and three large men, naked and muscled, stalked in. They wore masks and their bodies were oiled and gleaming. Kassie screamed but they were too strong. They held her down, lubed her asshole generously, and sodomized her one after the other. Each man unloaded his semen into her bottom. When they were finished, a woman entered. She knelt down beside the bed and the men positioned Kassie with her ass pointing at the woman's face. The unseen voice. She curved her finger, separating the labia, while squeezing her vulva with her two other fingers. She moved her hand up and down, giving her a jolt each time her fingers massaged her twat. Then she really felt it as her middle finger curved a little more, hitting a small piece of fatty skin. It was very sensitive to the touch, and each time she rubbed on it, her body would jolt like a shock of static electricity. She rubbed more and more on this spot. picking up speed as she felt her pussy.