The men went to the brook and cleaned up as she put the food on the table for them, settling quietly off to the side, ready to fetch whatever they mig...t want. The men sat and ate voraciously, washing the food down with their own home brewed liquor. After they had finished, the stranger disappeared outside for some time, though she hardly noticed as the other two men had ordered her to please them.When he reentered the cabin, the stranger stopped in the doorway to watch for a moment as the other. "I don't want to be known as a cradle-snatcher. She isn't your girlfriend, is she? I can't see a company director like you going arm-in-arm with a girl like Olga..." And what's a girl like Olga like then?"Karen struggled to find the right words to describe the woman, but decided that since she was with a good friend and one who'd fucked her many times before she could safely use the word that was at the tip of her tongue. "She's a bit common, don't you think? I don't think she's been to. She had been debriefed, almost interrogated about what had happened. They had not believed her when she told them Paul Tyler was in fact a double agent called Goldhill and when they checked out the location where she had been held there were of course no signs that anything had happened there. Only when Tyler/Goldhill disappeared off the grid did anyone give any credence to her claims. Even then she had had to endure months of deep counselling and analysis to convince her superiors she was not. Kathy came into the room a few minutes later, her big cock swinging as she walked. “On your knees, bitch!” It took me about two seconds to assume the doggy style position, my ass in the air awaiting the entrance of her huge cock. “I'm gonna tear up your sissy little pussy with this big cock of mine,” she growled as she climbed onto the bed. “Please be easy with me,” I whimpered. Easy wouldn't be the word I'd use to describe the assault on my poor little ass pussy. Even though my asshole was.