Brit curled an arm around his neck as she reached under his dick for his balls with her free hand. She ran his balls through her fingers as if she was...rolling dice in a craps game. Preston jerked a little from the sensation and Brit smiled.Preston alternated his kisses and sucks from one petite tit to the other. His left hand was on Brit’s lower back and slowly he moved his right hand to cup her pussy. Brit leaned back into his arm, partially spreading her legs; inviting his caresses.What. Standing once more, he gently marched her backwards toward the couch; her knees buckled when she came in contact with the cushions. He knelt between her legs and continued his oral ministrations.Pulling her to her feet he turned her around. He urged her to her knees on the couch's cushions. She spread herself wide for him as she leaned forward resting her head on the back of the couch and waited for him to enter her. Butt towards him, she felt him press inside of her; a low-decibel grunt. I was surprised to see that he was still asleep even after I hog-tied him, and had to wonder just how much this guy had to drink.The guy on the pool table wasn't any more of a challenge, and thanks to the cord from a nearby lamp and a knife I found on the first guy, I had him trussed up on the pool table in a matter of minutes.Sadly, this is where the easy road ended. I was just finishing up getting the second guy tied up when I heard a voice from the doorway into the rest of the house."What. Like the woman, he was barefoot."Oh yes, in the mountains, several places, but not like this. It is, what, so beautiful, like painting on wall, like art. Look. Look. Everywhere." He swept his arm toward the shore where the bare-limbed trees were outlined with snow and the rocks wore caps of white."Yes," Elizabeth said. "I'd forgotten."As more men came on deck and the snow blew across the Bay and through the shrouds, Elizabeth received her hot breakfast; porridge, a piece of gristly meat and a.