I had a wide choice of entertainment there, so I took advantage of it. It was very late when I fell asleep that night. I had watched a couple of thing... before I succumb to the song of Morpheus.I awoke next morning to a phone ringing. Yes I still used a ringing phone as a ring tone. “What is it?” I asked without looking up the instigator of the phone call’s name.“What are you planning for the day,” Mr Brother Fred asked, “Nothing at all, what do you need?” I asked.“I need someone to help me move. Brena slowly circled the camp and spotted what she thought might be the way to get them all. They had set a large water bag on a wooden rack, she watched as while several of the men pulled mugs of water from it. None of them took the woman any water though. “A distraction is needed.” she thought. Looking at the camp, her eyes returned to the horses. ‘If I can get them riled up, I might be able to take several of the men down before they know I’m here.’ Brena reached for her packs, only to. He ran his hands up her stockinged legs moving his hands to her inner thighs as he reached her cunt. His song hands got to work where she had left off. Rubbing gently but firmly to increase her developing orgasm. But he could feel the longing in her for more. He moved closer and ran his tongue up her slit feeling the flood of juices that had already arrived through their mutual work. He ran his tongue around her clit and gently placed his teeth around it making her moan more. The then proceed. It was soft and pliable under my hands and judging by her reaction very sensitive as a few good squeezes had her almost panting against my mouth. The suddenness and erotic nature of the kiss had my cock growing steadily and soon it was pressing against her, she pulled away and grinned at me,“It Seems like somebody wants to join the party.”I returned her grin,“It does seem that way.”Her fingers deftly undid my belt and jeans, my jeans slipped to the ground as her hand sneaked inside to rub my.