.” As I tried to think of a reply, I suddenly felt a hand wrap itself around my erect cock – it was Sharon's hand.While answering Helen, I tried ...o squirm out of Sharon's grasp, but her hand just kept it's grip and then started slowly moving up and down...As I struggled to keep my composure and escape Sharon's warm, oiled hand, I leaned over and whispered: “What are you doing ?” Looking forward, with a sly smile on her lips, Sharon said: “I'm punishing you for spying on me while I was. "Down to the beach went Kara and Hunter, jumping in and out of the wavesand then Hunter joined in with the guys, tossing the nerf. He was nolonger worried about goofing around in his swimsuit, as the day hadmostly gone without incident, and he enjoying teasing some of the guys,making them dive for the ball. He was the athletic girl that the boysallowed to at least play a little bit, as he only got nervous whenthey'd get too close, playfully pushing or grabbing him horsing around.Their hands. “Wasn’t that a great movie?!” You practically jump up and down.Lyndsey shrugs her shoulders and pulls out her phone. “Eh. It was OK. I could have done with more romance and less angry medieval men.”You roll your eyes. “It was a fantasy movie. Not a romcom! Demons, kings, nights, magic!” You grin wistfully as you think about the movie. “I would love to live that!”Lyndsey laughs, almost mockingly. “Seriously? Did you check out the women in that movie? They were helpless. You really want to live. Forcing her jaws open by squeezing both sides of her jawbone inwards, he pushed it into her mouth. It was a plastic ball-gag, hollow and with holes all around its wall. He strapped it in place by a leather strap, which buckled at the back of her head. Jill could breathe okay, but the helpless feeling of being a non-person it engendered was indescribable."Okay cunt, follow me!" he ordered, and without checking to see if she was obeying him he walked to a door at the rear of the room. Jill.