I cried out. I heard a husky voice say this is just the start. I recognized that voice from where I didn't know.He repeatedly slapped my face until he...pulled me by my hair and made me stand. I struggled hard in hopes of getting out. He took the tape off my mouth and I screamed for him to let me go. He just laughed.He pulled me against his chest. I could feel his erection against my ass and I could feel my soaked underwear between my thighs. I notice something on my stomach, it doesn't feel like. If I’m honest, I enjoyed it far more than I thought I would. Part of it was because it was obvious that Liz was enjoying things. Her fingers were working feverishly at her slit and she would periodically hold me forward until she gagged. Each time, the hand between her legs would pick up its pace.I had just decided to give myself over to the situation (like that was a real chore) when Liz’s hand left my hip completely. I started to pull away, thinking we’d gone too far when I saw her left hand. “You didn’t seem to be in any shape to go wandering around in the jungle.”“Oh. Sorry. Since when do you do the laundry?” That was exclusively Brenda’s job back home.“Bren, I used to be a bachelor, remember? I can still run an iron.”“Are you doing it right?” she mumbled.He set the iron upright and put his hands on his hips. Rolling his eyes, Steve replied, “Brenda, it’s an iron, not a jet fighter. I learned to solo a long time ago.”“Still...” Brenda moved to roll upright, but then groaned and. He gazed at my chest for a moment. My tummy did a triple somersault as he whispered, ‘God, your breasts are beautiful.’ He placed a hand beneath one and lifted it to his lips. As he kissed my big brown nipple, rolling his lips around it, I felt as though my legs would give way. He gently lowered my boob again and knelt before me, undoing the belt of my slacks. As he eased them down my legs he pressed his lips to my belly, just below my navel. My legs really did fail then, and I dropped on my.