"We walked on quietly for a while, and then she said, "Thank you." Her hand brushed mine, on purpose I think.I said, "You're welcome," we were both qu...et, saving our energy as the shadows got longer and we climbed a long hill.We stopped to rest every time I figured we had walked about a mile. It was not easy walking on that old, deeply rutted road and the short breaks were welcomed by both of us. I guess we made three miles each hour, something like that. My canteen was dry and both of us were. He said we had better wait here for 10 mins to make sure they have and i had to agree. we were in a field and it was dark but moonlit. when we where racing down the road escaping the photos went all over the place and paul said i had best pick them up in case his wife spotted any ...as he picked them p he was looking at them and said to me do you like this one and it was a guy and a chick having 69 i looked at it and started getting a hard on and he handed me the pile and as i took the top one. I have the utmost respect for the BDSM community, and I am grateful for the opportunity to publish on this highly trafficked site. Please take this story as the work of a lonely, angry man, and not the work of a representative of the BDSM community in anyway.THE PROLOGUEJessica's head was throbbing. She didn't know where she was, or how she got there. The last thing she remembered was driving with her three best girlfriends in her jeep to the beach, excited to celebrate their high school. The whole time Ereka is laughing. She is getting too much delight at seeing this woman struggle against her. “You may was well give it up Miss Clarks. I’m going to fill each and every hole of yours.”The woman puts on a valiant effort but her struggles are in vain. After a few seconds of tug of war another tentacle cock snakes its way up the statue and snares her free wrist and pulls if from the statue. Now both her hands are trapped and because she was leaning so heavily on that hand she loses.