The owner of the company, a forty-year-old Texan named Sturgill Moreland, got the idea for the retreat from his father’s company back home in Dallas... When Sturgill opened his own business near Boston he adopted the idea. He had seen first hand how good it was for morale when he worked for his dad, and the same was true up North. Sturgill had rented part of a campground when they first started the retreats, but the last few years they’d been held on his own property, one-hundred acres of New. His naked body was lithe and supple as a twenty year old's should be and he was proud of his cock that was standing to attention as it always did in the mornings, Callum having forgotten the last time he had woken up without a raging hard-on.Callum gave his cock a little tug as he turned back from the mirror and went back to his bedroom. The window was wide open on account of the hot summer they were enjoying and through it he could hear the muffled voices of his father Jim and his grandfather. Then her tube top was pulled down to just under her breasts.Carol cried out in surprise when they tossed her onto the hood of the humvee and her cry turnedto pain as the hot metal touched her bare butt and calves. As the sergeant held Michelle, the others stripped off Carol's cutoffs and spreadeagled her on the hood of the humvee. She was crying from the pain of the hot metal of the humvee on the back of her naked body, but the soldiers were ignoring her cries as they tied off her wrists and. Standing barely 20 feet from her was a figure standing, facing her. As her eyes focused, the shape started to provide more details, it was male. It spoke: Man: ‘Terribly sorry. I not mean scare you. I passing by and think I hear someone need help. I mean, someone in trouble.’ His choice of words were somewhat reassuring, but at the same time, provided a hint of humor. A few minutes ago, she could have used some ‘help’, in a matter of speaking. It didn’t help to calm her down much, out of.