She could hear footsteps coming from behind her somewhere, and moments later the barn door swung open, sunlight now filling the barn.?I see you are aw...ke, slave.? It was the voice of the eldest of the four men.?Please? she begged, her voice weakened by the onslaught she had suffered the previous night. Her throat was sore from the screaming, and hardly above a whisper as she begged him to let her go.?Let you go? Didn’t you hear last night? We voted on it, and you lost.?The man started to laugh. ..amazing. You're gonna get us in trouble, you know that? Look at Amber."The duo's ruby eyes assessed their voyeur carefully, and Caius softened his edge. "You're pretty as hell. Hang tight."Amber tried to stand but strength failed her. “Get bent back over so I can pull that sexy hair and hear you scream,” Caius groans happily, rather pleased that his hardness can reach her innermost spot because Marishka is so wet. She’s so obedient that his soul almost weeps, and Amber is next. Caius smiles. Molly watched me light the cigar and didn’t respond. She looked dazed. ‘I’m here to help you. You’re husband is having an affair.’ Molly turned and looked me over carefully. I was, thankfully, a non-threatening, weak old man. However, I seemed to know things I shouldn’t know. ‘What, are you my guardian angel?’ she finally asked. ‘I don’t think so. Do angels smoke?’ ‘Maybe I’m dreaming.’ I shrugged. ‘You’re not dreaming, but I can’t really prove it.’ She considered my answer for awhile and sat. I put them in the palm of his outstretched hand. He lifts them to his nose, inhaling deeply before putting them in a pocket of his suit jacket. The act has me squirming in my seat. "Good girl. How are you feeling?” “Hot and aching for you, Sir.” My voice is breathy. “You may touch now, but not cum.” “Here?” “Yes. In fact, I would demand it of you, but I don’t think I need to.” He tilts his head to one side, regarding me, while a small but wicked grin plays across his lips. “You secretly.