..Pouting and whimpering with disappointment, the crowd of girls pulledback.There, lying spreadeagled on the ground, was a stereotypical Beach Babe.He... long, blonde hair ringed her panting face like a halo as she laythere, wearing only a tiny pink bikini obviously many sizes too small tocontain her luscious body. Suddenly her previously puzzled eyes bulged,and, whimpering, she slipped a delicate hand down into her minisculebriefs and rubbed madly, her head thrown back and face contorted. With one finger, then two, I lubricated the insides of her rectum. When I felt her puck sufficiently relaxed, I positioned my penis at the entrance, and I pushed. She was afraid, she stretched out, I told her to relax, I put my hand in her hair, on her breasts, but she continued to struggle, to scream. When, with great difficulty, I managed to sink deep inside her, I began to masturbate her, I enjoyed her clit with two of my fingers, to make him get out of its hiding place, pinching it gently,. With this all you need is one good swing and you can take his whole fucking head off. Then we throw a snake on the barbie for dinner.”I looked at the machete again.“Do you have one?” I asked.“Don’t need it,” he said. “I got a knife.” He pulled it from a sheath on his belt. It was the biggest, shiniest, evilest looking bowie knife I had ever seen.Remember the knife in Rambo? ... pfft ... nothing! Remember the knife in Crocodile Dundee? Pffft ... less than nothing.The blade on this thing had to. " That's not true..." Marcus told her, turning to face her, his hand under her chin. Slowly, gently, he turned her to look at him. "He didn't spoil you... it's just that... after that... after all that, you still didn't look at me as anything more than him. That's... I just felt that if that couldn't make you see me, nothing could." Oh, God..." Shawna snatched out of his grasp, running for the door, and silence held for a moment as the other three just stared after her."This would probably be a.