It took her a moment to get a grasp on what was going on, and then she started to shout, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HELP ... STOP IT ... PLEASE ... SOMEBODY... HELP ME!"She started to struggle, but those hands around her legs and arms didn't let go. The only thing she had managed, was that the soldiers lowered her a little, and she could feel how her rump was being dragged over the rough floor. Afraid that she would end up with a splinter in her buttocks, she stopped squirming.Sabina was very afraid,. We were both giddy and celebrated with a bottle of wine and sex afterwards.Our sex life was as exciting as a dry Wonder bread baloney sandwich. Almost always missionary, late at night and quick. Once Jack was in, he didn't last long and before that was too excited to enjoy much foreplay. The last few years, after he finished, he'd roll over and fall asleep. I'd go to the restroom to clean up and once I'd hear him snoring pull out a small vibrator to pleasure myself. This was my dark secret as. My fists slammed the desk in ecstasy and I muttered obscenities as I rolled towards the peak of my own orgasm. With a series of well-timed thrusts, I came hard with his cock deep inside my ass, my pussy contracting violently, as my violated hole clamped down around his shaft. The intensity of it seemed to set off his own climax, which he’d been struggling to hold back, and he unloaded inside me, filling my hole with hot cum. It splashed against my insides, leaving him with a very slippery. It was simply that she felt a need to continue on her journey...The day had started out as most had since she’d shown up at my door. I put on the coffee and made myself comfortable until she decided to join me. I decided to cook up strawberry crepes, dusting them with powdered sugar. She’d thrown on a yellow blouse. That was it. We ate, she showered, and then we drove out to the spring. Pretty sure I’d put an Elton John CD on, though I’m not sure which one. Probably a greatest hits thing.Once.