Taking his fingers out and sucking her juices off, her guided his throbbing cock to the throbbing entrance and teased the blunt head with her heat, pu...hing forward slightly to slip the head in, and then grabbing hold of her hips he thrust hard spearing her onto his thickness forcing her body to accept him. She moaned in pain as he forced himself inside of her. Her walls eventually gave in as he slid into her hilt, the spongy walls stretched around him and clamped tightly onto him. She couldn’t. Roads included.I forgot the Military. Ah, we have "things" over there. No!Fortunately, Barton Gulch is not on, near, or beyond any Native American Reservation. Nor does it involve any Native American Holy sites. Unless we find a body ... if we report it.There are several ways to Barton Gulch, everyone of them require one or more of the following:Back tracking. You're not driving back over the same road, you're having to drive literally miles out of the way to get to the bridge or secondary road. At this she began to shiver with excitement and started moaning and screaming loudly. I sucked her clit and continued licking. Suddenly she started pulling my hair and became stiff. I understood that she was getting near to a violent orgasm. Soon a sudden gush of her juice splashed over my face and her body became loose. I continued sucking her pussy for some more time. She told me that never in her life she had such pleasure and sexual satisfaction. I now lied on the bed and told her to suck. .” James bent forward and opened the front of my white blouse, Helen then passed him a pair of clover-leaf nipple-clamps, the pair that Sarah used in our fun. After applying them to my nipples and giving each a tug to increase the delicious painful-pleasure, extracting a moan through my ball-gag each time. “...ok Brianna get up, it’s time for us to take you home.”With my hands still bound in cuffs behind my back, they helped me to my feet. I thought that I would be uncuffed, allowed to change,.