She asked him what was wrong. ‘You haven’t taken the gloves off.’ She removed them one at a time, as she looked into his eyes. He took her, and ...olded her into his arms like a precious object he didn’t want to drop. He sat her on his lap, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his back. Biting and kissing her left ear lobe was the beginning of a trip that took him an hour to reach the right ear lobe. His lips and tongue touched and tortured every centimeter of her face, neck, and mouth. His. Her nipples were hard from the cold water and air, and she felt totally exposed before the men. They told her again that she now belonged to them, and they could do whatever they wished to her, including beat her if they weren’t pleased with her. There was nowhere to run to, nothing within ten miles or better but trees and wild animals. She realized that there was nothing she could do but try to stay alive by doing her best to please these men every way they wanted. They put a collar around her. "Fuck, had to be a bull," whispered Rory, fingering herself even more before being met with a surprise."Excuse me, ma'am, no towel," said Asam, walking out as Rory got shocked."Fuck! Dude, find one!" shouted Rory, taking a deep breath."There are none," replied Asam, in a calm voice. "There are, I mean how complicated can it be," said Rory, getting up to go to the room. Asam peeked down to see the sweaty shorts and glowing skin, smiling at the view. Rory arrived in the room to find the towels. ‘Is that it?’ Her head was bowed so that her hair fell across her face. She gave a tiny nod. ‘Did you enjoy it?’ Another tiny nod. ‘And I don’t have to ask you, Connie,’ I said sternly, ‘whether you enjoyed it.’ Connie gave me a big unabashed sexy grin. ‘No substitute for the real thing,’ she said, waving a hand at me, ‘but it scratched that itch, know what I mean? I reckon Whatsisname – the dark-haired one – was better,’ she added chattily. ‘What did you think, Fran?’ Fran looked up in horror,.