She was terrified. Even more than the pain she was feeling from having her virginity taken, she looked scared. She looked beautiful. So beautiful, ... couldn’t help myself. I tightened up, my hips intent on pushing forward and my hands digging so tightly around her waist to pull her against me that the next day I’d find a belt of light bruises around her abdomen. Then I could feel it, deep inside her body, as the next wad of cum spewed out of me, she was opening-up. It was like I was trying. Not that the small town that we traded with held much in the way of sophistication but at least it had a beauty salon with attached hairdresser, a few clothes shops and a semi-decent restaurant. I was dressed in a thin white blouse matched to a deep red mini skirt and some sandals in the same colour. Underneath I was wearing a nice white bra... and a metal chastity belt! Behind me stood two of Mr Foster's most trusted guards who had been instructed to follow me everywhere, one of whom was Kevin. She said she will go to the shower first and then I can take my turn, so we can get ready for the night out.After the shower she went to their room and left the door open, while my friend was out on the balcony smoking a cigarette.Their room was next to the toilet so when I was going to take my turn I had to pass next to it.I casually turned to see what's going on there and to my surprise she was sitting on the bed near the door in her towel, redoing the nail polish on her toes.Her legs were up. “What are we going to--”I stopped his sentence in its tracks, muffling Paul’s question with my lips. As I realized what I had done, I stepped forward, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him closer to me. I felt the warmth of his skin touching mine, the hardness of his cock pressed against the crotch of my jeans. My hands were everywhere, rubbing up the length of his back, feeling the smooth skin there, then travelling upwards, caressing the back of his neck, pulling him in.Paul seemed to.