But he wasn’t. He was leaning against a tree, cupping his crotch through his bathing suit. Squeezing.“How far away you live?” he said. “Corint...,” I said. “That’s some drive,” he said. “I think I’ll need a nap first.”The bearded guy laughed again. “Looks like we got ourselves a cabin boy, Jake.”“For an hour or so,” Jake said. He turned and walked back down the path beside the waterfall.We followed wordlessly.The cabin was secluded, old but the windows were spotless. Inside, there were cases of. Chrissie’s eyes widened, and her hips twitched in helpless response. She tried to adjust position to slide away, but that was a mistake, as it brought her mouth closer to the glass dildo than her pussy. Suddenly I felt her tongue sliding along my glass cock, and I was murmuring encouragement, my belly muscles jumping and twitching. Then her lips wrapped around the dildo and I could see her mouth in a perfect ‘O’ as her head began to bob between my legs. Soon I was moaning in heated response and. "I want this to be a surprise, so here." She put the blindfold back onme and then gave me instructions as she dressed me... "Step, step,alright," "lift your arms... good slut!" "OK, sit here... mmmmm.... sosexy." She was putting something on my feet, making them stiff andarching my heels"Alright, keep your eyes closed until I say so, got it Slutty Candi?wait, hmmm.... I changed my mind, your now Roxi, still a porn name,still with the cute "i"...*giggle, got it Roxi?" she asked"Yes Misty...,". What does my plimsol feel like?” Miss MacKintosh said icily to her girlfriend, who was now fully clothed once again.“Painful, Leonie. You won’t sit for days after a few smacks with it,” Charlotte Hudson said truthfully.“Still, Miss. I’d like to feel what it is like,” he said, deliberately loosening his jeans and letting them fall to the floor.Peter Mitchell then quickly dropped his boxer shorts so that Leonie and Charlotte could see the erection that he had. Miss MacKintosh, the Head of Girls’.