You want me to go harder, don’t you? You want me to fuck you until you can’t sit down for a week.”He began thrusting harder, with less concern, ...nd as if to abate him, I pushed back. I was breathing hard, and the more I pushed, the harder he went, stretching me with his impossibly hard cock. My hands were clenched into fists and every time he buried himself deep, I cried out, which seemed to encourage him even more. His fingers dug hard into my hips and he fucked me forcefully.“Didn’t I tell. I know right where they're at. Why? What do you have in mind?" asked Rhonda."Go and get the shears and bring them back here to me. Then, I want you to go up to the veranda and keep Terri occupied with some of your "sparkling" conversation, okay?" Okay, I guess, but be careful. Mark warned you not to cause any problems." Don't worry about Mark. I can handle him. Remember now, when you're talking to Terri, try to keep one eye on me. Keep her facing you with her back to the railing and don't let. "Lick my leg slave!"That order didn't need to be given twice. Starting with the inside of her left foot, I slowly licked my way up her calf, the inside of the knee, the softer thigh, getting closer and closer to her precious juncture."Stop slave! Go back down and lick the other one!"Of course I obeyed willingly. My cock was in a rage in its cage, as I traced the identical path up the corresponding leg. Arriving at that critical juncture again, I felt the pull of my hair, forcing my face upward. Grandpa Ken struck the drum once with his mallet. Before the sound had totally died down, Grandpa Leo struck. Then Papa Dave. In a matter of a few heartbeats, the three men were hammering out a rhythm on the big drum and the rest of us joined in. The surrounding woods rang. I wondered how far away people heard this and ran for shelter.I was happily pounding away on the little drum I’d been given when I heard something new. I looked across the fire and Kate’s dad, Oke, was holding a guitar. At.