"Masturbate, you know, jack-off, pound your pud, beat your meat!" he replied, making the pumping motion with his hand that cleared it all up for me.I ...ever even knew that what I did in this little glade had a name, and now, it seemed, it had several!"Uh, yeah." I muttered."Well, that's a kind of sex." he continued, "What about your friends? Do they beat off too?" Um, I, well," I stammered, "I dunno. Guess so." I bet when you guys get together," he leaned toward me and spoke in a conspiratorial. “Park the car and walk to the lamp on the other side of the beach.”That’s when Mumtaz noticed she had parked her car adjacent to a beach. She got out of the car and took a message when she received another text.“In bikini!”Mumtaz knew there was no point in resisting. She immediately took her black jacket and threw it on the sand. She unbuttoned her trousers and unzipped them, giving off her yellow panty. Bending down gently, she rolled it to her feet and kicked it aside.Next was the yellow. Her long strong fingers wrap around the hilt of the dagger pulling it from the railing quickly and effortlessly, turning around to face them, the sharp point of her dagger pressing against her index finger. ‘You all know what happens to traitors.’ The men look straight at her, not meeting her eyes, but looking at her as she walks down the line of men. She doesn’t show any emotion but is satisfied when each man holds his breath in turn, only letting it out when she walks past. Carlix watches. In the mirror the expression on her face was equal to the time he had taken her and her mother out for lunch, they had pizza and he recalled the delight on Marion's face as she slobbered over the ice cream, maybe a treat that she rarely got; the expression on her face now with a seven inch cock shoved entirely up her was the same, an expression of utopia. He collapsed over her and didn't pull out for a couple of minutes and when he did, rolled over and muttered. "That was the best fuck I have.