You take me by the ankles and put my legs over your shoulders, driving yourself deeper than any man before you has ever gone. I am thrashing about on ...he bed, screaming and moaning loudly. "You like that, don't you my cum slut? Yeah, I know you do. Who owns you?" "You do, my good master", is my reply. "Damn right I do", you answer back as you sink your teeth into my neck and grab my breasts. You are pinching and pulling my nipples until they turn purple. "Cum for me", you demand. I was. Bob then stayed with Susan's breasts and had me move my hands down to her thighs. She parted her legs just a little and raised up; I slipped off her panties. She had been covered with a sheet when we started.Bob reached down and gently parted her labia and indicated with his head for me to go down on her. I hesitated for a moment not sure. He bent over, kissed me, then whispered in my ear that I and Susan would love it, trust him. I did, and I DID! Her vagina was moist, the firelight dancing in. . I ... I mean..." Because it's been in your mother's cunt? It's been in your mother'spussy! Doesn't it make you feel nasty inside? Come on, admit it!Ummmmmmmm!" Wendy rubbed the humming thing against her wet cunt-lips."Jesus Christ, Wendy! Do you read minds or somethin'? You always knowwhat's goin' on inside me!" Terry said, staring at Wendy."A girl has a way, you know," she smiled. "This feels wonderful. Andthere is some Vaseline after all! This thing makes my clit feelwonderful! I could come. Do you feel any broken bones?With Sara's help, Tom stood up and carefully flexed and moved his torso, arms, and legs. "No. I think I'm okay, except for the 'road rash'." His left knee and elbow and part of his forearm, as well as some of his left side, were beginning to bleed around the embedded sand and grit. Tom had been riding without a shirt.As Tom began picking and brushing out some of the bigger pieces of debris from his wounds, wincing slightly as he did, Sara took a good look at him..