She'd denied having sex with him—and James had seemed to confirm it—but still, what would the Boy Scout think?Except something had told Peter that...it wouldn't work. The resolve in Jennifer's voice, in her eyes—the way she commanded him—he knew there could be no more schemes. His only chance was to do ask she asked, beg her forgiveness, and stay in the game.At least, that's what I told myself. But let's face it, I just caved. I flat-out caved. Again.Like a pussy, like a fucking puppy dog, he'd. ”Cassie got on her knees and began to lap at Heather’s cunt. I knelt down behind her as she applied her mouth to Heather’s cunt. I whispered, “Don’t forget her ass.” Cassie licked up there. I whispered again, “Give her butt hole a finger.” Cassie wormed a finger into Heather’s ass which opened to accept the invader easily. We could both hear a happy moan.“Give her two fingers there.” Cassie paused for a split second and then added a second finger to Heather’s ass opening it further. Her fingers. The phone vibrated. One new message."All questions will be answered when we meet. Oh, and make sure you dressappropriately. That's an order."No sooner had Alan finished reading the message, a strange compulsioncame over him. It became incredibly important to Alan to dressappropriately for the occasion, whatever that may be. He thought hard,his mind scanned his situation for information. The location was a naturereserve, so he could only assume they would be going for a walk?Furthermore, he. Heather’s cheeks turned red and her eyes widened as she struggled in vain to push away. I fucked her throat for a few seconds then let up, giving her a moment to breathe, before shoving my cock back in again. This went on for several minutes: I throat-fucked her, she gagged, and once in a while I let her breathe.Soon I was ready to take it to the next level.“Take off your pants,” I said.Heather looked up at me, and for a second I thought she would start crying again. But she just said in a.