She moaned more loudlyand bucked her hips. I moved between her legs and with the forefinger ofmy other hand started to fuck her with it while I cares...ed her clitoris.After a few minutes of this, Cynthia's moans increased in volume and I felther pussy clamp down on my finger as she came. Now I had made anotherwoman cum.Cynthia realised my reluctance to perform oral sex on her and did not pushme to do it. In the aftermath of our orgasms, we lay side by side on herbed. My fingers smelled of. They would not. Tom was in the area to cover a sporting event the next day. They would be starting early so that Tom could claim a good seat in the pressbox. Next morning I made my way to the diner in the hope that I might meet Olivia. It was quite early but the diner was small and there was a wait for seats. The elderly couple from the peak recognize me and waved me over to join them in their booth. The bear incident was the main news of the day. The cub had been reported to the rangers who. There was no traffic noise. No sounds of planes. Wherever they were, it was far away from any civilization.Two groups of men began entering the warehouse. One was a group of what looked like guards, about 8- of them. Each one grabbed one of the contestants by their bound arms and brought them up to a sitting position. They wore masks and did not do much talking. Their weapons, however, spoke volumes. Other than an occasional yelp or a muffled scream, the women did not attempt to communicate. She shivered and tried to pull her asshole inward when she felt him probe it with his finger.“Please,” she whispered, “just look at me. Just look at me all you want, but don’t do anything to me.”The answer she got was a lewd laugh.Robert’s hand moved down, and Peggy gasped as he cupped her hairy cunt, squeezing.“She’s hot, Tommy,” she heard him say. He was rubbing his palm up and down her pussy. “Peggy’s cunt is real hot. I bet that little switching started a nice fire in her fucking cunt.”“Let.