I wasn't sure of what he meant by most of the time but as a slave you don't ask questions.After we got back to the house his first words were to his 1...t slave (his wife) was get over here and make yourself useful. Then he said to me (slave 2) get on all 4 that were not fast enough you good for nothing bitch. Hey schlampe (his wife) pull his pants down so he can be spanked for being too slow and at the same time she had to pull hers down as well for me being to slow group punishment.( we both. It would be relatively easy then to fill the jeep's gas tank with that."Two barrels of gas aren't going to give us that many refills with all of the vehicles we have now," Tweed stated.We got the bands on the barrels broken to separate them some and installed the hand pump in one. Several of the other men pushed the first jeep over to us and we started pumping gas into its tank. It took a lot of cranking to fill the tank most of the way.Then came the real test. Carson had connected the battery. I managed to push my cock in a little further & then got into a slow rhythm, getting my cock further into her with each stroke until I was completely inside. I increased the speed slightly but still giving her long strokes, which she seemed to be enjoying, her breathing being the only give-away. I put her quietness down to age & inexperience, this being added to by the fact of her lying perfectly still on the bed. I began to move faster & could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, then she. I was careful not to get any inside of her slit, because I had heard that it could be painful. Of course, this meant that she had to endure the tantalizingly close touch of my hands without the pleasure of direct stimulation, which was an added benefit to my thoughtfulness. After I was done with her groin, I worked my way up her stomach. She tried to touch herself again, but I pointed out that I needed to be able to soap up her chest, and I couldnt do that with her arm across it. I was.