‘We’re off down to the creek for a picnic.’ Her eyes twinkled as she walked off carrying cushions and a rug. ‘It’s been years since I’ve b...en down to the creek. Not since Andrew and I were children.’ Past the shearing shed, the shearers’ quarters and the sheep yard she led the way with Peter dawdling behind, across the wheat stubble towards the distant line of weeping willows, she-oaks and peppercorns. Firmly fixed on her hips swaying so enticingly under the flared skirt, Peter’s eyes did not. “How was lunch?” Valerie asked.The principal stood at the counter, eating leftovers, completely naked. Fresh cum dripped out of her cunt, and the smell of sex scented the air. Looking like twins, Michelle could appreciate the principal’s hot, fit body. All those finely crafted, refined muscles that took hundreds of hours of hard work. Nik made her world go right round, but Valerie would do for blowing off some steam.“Shitty. We’ve got a problem actually. But I’ll tell you after I tongue you. She started to writhe again. I tied a piece of rope across her ample stomach and to the vibe, keep it in without me needing to hold it. I walked off towards a small office, leaving her alone, still bound, gagged and blindfolded. Her hips were pumping up and down from the vibe.Now the fun part began. Part of her fantasy was to be fucked like this while other women were too. That's what the other 6 tables were for. I had managed to find 6 plump, bored, and horny housewives to help me with. I've read and reread everything we have on this woman. She is not a killer, so logic would dictate that she is either doing this because she is worried that someone is going to harm her, or else she's being forced in some other manner."If she is being threatened with bodily harm, why doesn't she go to the authorities? Maybe it's blackmail of some sort. The pipe was picked up at the company that sold them to the boring company. How could an operator have enough influence to pull something like.