Pete turned his attention to his struggling captive and shook him.“Stop struggling or I will close your windpipe until you lose consciousness,” he...threatened, staring at him eyeball-to-eyeball. The scrawny man ceased struggling.“You are trespassing on private property and as far as I know everything about your person may not belong to you and possibly stolen from my friends, our hosts. Do you have a receipt for this camera and camera bag on you?”The man looked at him terrified.“Well?” Pete. They unloaded, had lunch, and settled down for a quiet afternoon. The centerpiece of Nankoweap is always a hike to the spectacular view from the Anasazi granaries; Crystal offered to lead a hike up there. If they got back in time, Scooter offered to lead a hike up Nankoweap Creek, although she suspected there'd be few takers beyond Nicole.Scooter got more than she expected, nine, and they hiked up for a ways, in and out of the water, having a good time. By the time they got back dinner was well. One of those ones where you work all day and feel like you got nothing accomplished but you know you did because you had a lot to do. And people are so taxing that it takes all the patience and energy you possess to maintain your composure and not blow them up. So I get home, go to the gym, shower and have a glass of red wine to help unwind but what I really need is to fuck viciously and without remorse or regard and let go of the tension. I have another glass of wine and get ready for bed. Her head thrashed from side to side with her eyes screwed tightly shut.She lifted her passive hand from the floor and a finger slid straight to her budding clit. The first touch brought forth a rasping gasp that seemed as if it must tear her throat. Mercilessly she rubbed her self while finger fucking herself. The torment to her clit was becoming a rapid tattoo, her legs quivered in uncontrolled rapture. Cries escaped her lips as her orgasm approached. Then she pinched her clit, drawing it.