Once she could finally see well enough to assess her surroundings, she focused on a bunk directly in front of her, Jeanette was lying on it; she was c...ained so tightly that it actually looked as if someone had tried to stretch her a few inches with those chains. Jeanette was obviously in pain, yet at the same time she was smiling blissfully. "I think she's cumming as much as I am," Trixie thought in amazement.Shifting her head she saw Joan, MaryAnn, Lisa and Annette all suspended a bit above. As I grabbed my dick and put it up to her cunt, "No!" she said.Now crying, "Please, stop.. I’m not ready for this... please no!" she said"I'm really going to enjoy this" I answered her "I'm gonna fuck you just like the slut you are!" as I pushed my dick into her twat, as I pushed harder Emily would squint her eyes.As I finally pushed in, "Tight little whore aren't you?" ...I can't breathe..." she said"This is going to be real fucking sweet" as I started to thrust between her legsEmily. .. "I joined, "Tell me and I'll be around!" What room have we got?" she asked."Room 144," I answered."Isn't that a coincidence?" she remarked."Isn't what a coincidence?" I said."That was our room number in Visalia, don't you remember?" she said."Yeah, I do—I was just messing with you."I opened it up and it was pretty nice, much nicer than that hole in Visalia we'd stayed at. I locked the car and I locked the room."I need the bathroom Jerry?" she asked."Sure thing," I said, kicking off my shoes. All right, I shouldn't have been snooping, and honestly, I wasn't. It just happened that I was going to a party the next night, and I really wanted to borrow a blouse of hers. I mean, the main reason I bought it for her in the first place was so that I could borrow it!So there I was, rummaging in her dresser. I knew she'd never worn the blouse, and it had to be in one of the drawers. But where the hell was it? I was on my knees, hand deep in the bottom drawer, when I made my discovery.I knew.