They eat, and Sandy doesn’t make a mess. She actually eats rather sophistically for a dog. As they are finishing up, Alan looks at his animal lover ...nd asks, “Do you think we’ve eaten enough to go have a little hike?”Sandy whines, rather than outright bark her acknowledgement. Alan has become quite familiar with the difference in her whines and whimpers.“How about fun before the hike when we get back to the room?” he asks, raising his eyebrow at her.Sandy again whines in the same tone.Alan. Once down there he led me to the center of the room, let go of me and went over and moved a chair over next to me. He had me sit down facing the back of the chair and I knew what was coming. He tied my hands together and to the one leg of the chair and then tied my legs apart to the back legs of the chair. Moving around in front of me he once again grabbed my hair and lifted my head up. "You fuckin' piece of shit whore" he said as he slapped my face. "You wanna know what I'm gonna do" he. There would be many refugees in the city.The next day I had an apprehensive look at the balloon. It was attachedto a small wicker basket which was supposed to hold me, my supplies andthe pigeons. It seemed tiny, only about half a metre square.Lying next to it was an enormous deflated rubberized bag, which theyassured me that, when it was filled with coal gas, it would give meenough lift to sail over the French defenses. The planned trip was to beat night, so that the balloon would not be seen. When he had finished fucking me, Ed climbed on and fucked me too.After I had gone into the bathroom and taken a shower Ed came in and told me to go and get in bed with John so he could fuck me again. Then when I finished fucking him, he would fuck me again. Then I was to give John a blow job before he left.I couldn't say I didn't enjoy this, as I just loved to be fucked, and had ever since I was a teenager. I was always the one in the back seat at the drive-in with my panties down.After John.