“So, how long do you have on vacation?” I asked.He said that his boss considered the trip to take Sarah Jane to the RV park to release her as part...of his job. His vacation didn’t start until the next day. He had up to two weeks off. I invited him to stay, and after seeing the various nude single women, he readily agreed. He had no problems crashing on the couch, in a recliner, or anywhere else he found a free bed. It was better than sleeping on the ground.I gave him directions to the cabin and. Got on the bed and spread her legs exposing her neatly trimmed strip above her pussy. She began masturbating one hand cupped her perky breast and tweaked her long nipple. The other hand was between her legs the fingers caressing the outside of her pussy and asshole. James was rock hard. He could not stop thinking about what had happened next. Jennifer had rolled over on to her back as Angela was walking back inside her back to them and far enough away to not hear what she said."James did you. She tried to be better than all those girls he raped that actually didn't go through anything near this. But she heard her voice anyway, broken and sobbing, yelling, "Stop! Please, please stop! Please!"A pair of tentacles moved to her breasts. This was not the usual pleasant fondling or gentle squeezing, instead they wrapped around the base of her tits and pulled tight, very tight. She felt the acute pain of some of the blood circulation getting cut off as her breasts bulged out in an unnatural. Two weeks after their first appointment, they met again. When she came to his apartment, they greeted each other and smiled together. They went to the living room and he sat on the sofa and said, “Show me your ass. Are the bruises still visible?” She stood with her back turned to him and lowered her pants and panties. He examined her bottom, touched it carefully and said, “It's disappearing already.” She pulled the trousers up again, but he said, “Don't dress. Take off your pants.” She took off.