“The dildo... Dear, dear! The dildo is driving me wild. I don't want to be a selfish cunt any longer. I don't want to be a dyke-slut. I want to be y...ur faithful and obedient wife. But... but...” Her face twisted with rapture. “Please.”Clint's hand shot out and, while still kissing my sister, ripped the toy from the MILF's cunt. Mrs. Armstrong groaned and collapsed on the floor, the dildo buzzing beside her, wiggling and squirming, soaked in her juices.I smiled at the sight. My body buzzed. I. Fresh out of one of those models catalogs.She said her name was Holly and she lived just two houses down the street. If I was interested in a cold drink or some refreshments. I said that that would be great but that i had to unpack my car first. Specially some groceries before they spoiled in the heat.Well, she said, the invitation stands, just come on over when you are done, I live in the yellow house just over there. The front door is not locked, so if I do not answer the doorbell, just walk. She looked tough enough, and was certainly in shape, but he was bigger, and at least a foot taller. Still, if she was confident enough to challenge him to a fight, she must have had a reason. He contemplated her proposition. He thought about a coin-flip, but couldn’t leave the room to chance, it was his. And it’d been awhile since he’d practiced this kind of motion, time to dust off. ‘Fine.’ He said. ‘Clean fight,’ she asserted, ‘punches and kicks aloud, no privates, hair, or anything like. Before she thought too much about any of that, though, the wagon began and she was forced to stumble forward after the other women. She could only wonder what God-forsaken place she found herself. She didn’t dare wonder what fate lay ahead of her.The caravan stopped after several hours alongside a large lake. She decided she hadn’t been u*********s long after all. The lake was the same she had viewed earlier just from the opposite side. She watched the line of women released from the ropes,.