Trust me.?*** *** ***07.47 hrsSusan knelt and licked between the woman’s legs.They were outdoors again, in the same breakfast area. It was another c...oudless, blue-skied morning. She wasn’t sure what day it was any longer. She was delirious with lack of sleep, worry and hatred.The woman hadn’t showered. Her labia were puffy and gaping with rancid semen oozing from them down to her anal cleft below. She smelt vaguely of yesterday’s perfume, fishing boats and sweat.Whatever it was that motivated. A soft chime sounded. “That will be the Limo.” Gloria said. “Let’s meet it out front.”Both women grabbed their small purses and they led me out the door. Gloria paused to set the mansion security system.“I hope the girls remember to disarm it if they get back here before we do.” She commented. “I think they’re bringing Mike home to spend the night with them. That young man has incredible stamina! I’m still a bit sore from last night’s sex.”A long, black, stretch Hummer limo pulled up the drive. "Neglect, malnourished, physically and emotionally abused ... poor kid. I was astonished he wanted to come ... it's the first time he's responded, at all, to anything."Pete's voice reached them from where he was addressing the youngsters."We want you to enjoy this weekend, and there's not much to do on a sailing boat except ... sail the ship, so that's what we'll be doing. We need you to help us; the more you learn, the more you work, the more we can do, the further we can go, the more fun you. " said Rodger as he placed a blindfold over my eyes. Those butterflies were going into overtime and how was I to complain? There was a cock in my throat!Rodger really enjoyed himself not by going in and out. He stopped that when I tried to bounce on him. The cuffs made it difficult to push up on anything and get my balance. I think Rodger planned that. He preferred to have me rock back and forth moving my bowels around and giving his meat a home to rest in and be happy.Zack was enjoying his.