The business went under a couple years back, and the building had been vacant except for some wandering game. We were halfway through our journey now;...we could stop and rest until the next morning. I knew that there was an old hand pumped well in the south barn that we could get water from. As we approached the barn something caught my attention, the sound of someone scrambling. I had the girls stay back, and raised my weapon as I began to clear the building. In the third stall, there was a. He gets up off me turnsme back over on my back and again kicks me hard in the balls again. "If u rgonna be one of my dogs u do only what I tell u to do, understand?" He kicksme again hard in the balls. I’m gagging n gasping for breath but manage toget out a `Yes Sir``Sort yourself out and come down stairs` as he leaves the room.I slowly manage to pull myself together, my balls ache like fuck and I feelon the verge of puking up, but I manage not to. My abused ass is drippingNicks fresh cum.I. Apparently she was a regular visitor of this strange remote Hotel Resort, that seemed to be especially popular with wealthy European women. At least it seemed like that, because when they had entered the lobby, they found themselves surrounded by women who spoke German, Spanish, French, Danish, Italian and other languages they had no idea where they came from. Another thing that came to Christy's attention almost immediately was, that except for the hotel staff, there were no men. No husbands,. White knee high socks with sneakers, and on top I wore Mr. Hardy’s tank top. Now tied in front to make it hug my body, and show off my flat tummy. I had condoms in my little purse. Just in case. I knocked at the door. I didn’t have to wait long. Mr. Hardy open the door. He started to say something, then stopped, with his mouth open. He took in the sight of me, looking from top to bottom. When his eyes made their way back up to mine he grinned at me. “come in.” He was wearing jeans and a white.