Their breasts were small, guessing on 34A's, glistened with sweat holding bottles of ice-cold San Miguel beer in their hands. Both smiled and came to ...it beside us. Dave and I accepted the beers from Aimee and Jessa and toasted by clinking the bottles together, drinking deeply.It was virtually impossible to tell which girl was which, they were identical in every visible respect, and I was having difficulty in keeping my eyes off the two of them. Their breasts were almost all nipples, puffy,. He had to show them he was better than all of them.To help, he started putting faces on the bag - faces he wanted to pound. Those fucking Asian bitches of his – too stupid to do anything right. They’d just lain there last night, making him do all the work. Stupid fucking whores. They’d been better pieces of ass at the fucking pick-up.Which was probably the problem. Now they’d been taken off Earth they thought they could slack off. Well, he’d show them how wrong they were. They were nothing but. The porn had got me really hot and horny and I knew I was dripping wet. I was so wet my knickers were sliding into my slit and it was going to be hard not to cum quickly. On screen the girl was now getting her pussy licked and my boyfriend was quickly getting to work on me, he pulled my knickers aside and was sucking and flicking my clit with his tongue. His tongue then worked down and started pulsing in and out of my warm hole. I watched the girl on the tv, imagining they were in the same. Tears were beginning to well in her her eyes yet again, and she began to beg "Please... please just let me go-" "Wrong answer", he snapped swiftly locking the ball gag into place. She began to thrash in the restraints, screaming as well as she could around the gag. He once again whipped the pistol out and help it to her head, growling "Shut up!" Emily simply fell silent, and he smiled. "It's not all bad. Think about this: its happening no matter what. At the end you get to go home, and if.