I'm just a total bitch this time of the month, sorry."We drank several pots of coffee before breaking up to start our day. Martin said it was time for...him to do all the grass and he wanted to start while it was still a little cool. He said he was paid to cut the grass in our section of the park between the trailers.Sue and I put on our coveralls but brought along some regular clothes too. We picked up the big truck and with Sue driving the pickup we went to the race car builders shop having to. And this time you didn't pause you fucked me hard and rough. One of your hands slid up my stomach to my tit and you squeezed. I moaned louder and louder. Pulling against my restraints. You pumped my cunt again and again, your balls slapping against my ass, I started to tense my pussy and then I came, you let go of my boob and started rubbing my slit, pressing down hard, I couldn't contain my moans which were loud even though they were muffled. My orgasm kept hitting me and it was so fucking. One was six foot, dark hair, goatee, and a little Hitler-type mustache. I remember he was very muscular, like a body builder. The other looked like the first, except no mustache, and he was bald. I think they are twins. Both were wearing blue jeans and black shirts. The one who shot me, had a tattoo of a planet with an eagle above it. It was located on his left forearm and had writing in it. I couldn't read it because he kept moving the arm around." I see..." he said, as he wrote the. . Alex had done the cooking and stuff...Gwen had been laying there, feeling the aftereffects of her first public orgasm, and the lingering tingle had worked on her mind, making her want to keep her head back, eyes closed, but forcing her knees to stay apart ... as if she wanted to be looked at, even if it scared her. The odd secret pleasure she got every time she thought someone was looking at her had been so intense, and as she came down from her high, before the reality sunk in of what she.