"Burns? How ironic! Who else, a Mr. Mustard maybe?" Hammond blurted out the next name, he did not appreciate the humour of the moment; his cock mainta...ning its burning erection, his noosed balls bright red and numbing in stark contrast."Seb Monroe ... he and Burns cut her ... he was the cruellest though." Sandy's hand stopped dead and she drew breath as a she dwelt on the name, a look of frustration filling her face as she chewed on the pen; making someone as insignificant as Burns disappear. They had taken a short bus ride to the river and to meet a pre-arranged guide who would take them upriver venturing further into the jungle. They met Pablo at the river and after exchanging pleasantries he explained the route they were to take for the day. It would be an arduous but within their capabilities. The heat, however, and the humidity were something she had factored in and wore sensible trek pants, a sleeved shirt and was smothered in insect repellent, though she was sure it wouldn’t. I was being ass fucked against my will and instead of fighting against that bitch, I was enjoying it.As Stella soon quickened her thrusts, the pain in my anus went down and a feeling of pleasure overcame my body. I began to respond to her strokes and my body moved in unison to hers. She continued stroking my cock faster and both of us we soon close to come.As we were about to shoot, she turned my head and kissed me hard.I began to shoot huge spurts of cum onto the bed, while dirty Stella shot. ” “Oh, oops.” I lifted my arm up into the air and with my other hand I pulled the edge of my bikini top out of the way to show my side boob tattoo. Mark stood up and walk over next to me. He bent over and lightly placed his hand on the side of my breast and read the tattoo. “’ma vie est maintenant’. What’s that? Something like ‘my life is now’?” “Yeah, that’s exactly what it means.” “Let me see the other one again.” Mark squatted down in front of me and I lowered the top edge of my bikini.