He reached up and switched off the ignition.“Why’d you turn it off?” Isolde asked, her voice sounding loud in the sudden silence.”Cause you’...e gonna start it and back it over to the baler after we unhitch the rake,” was his reply.“Don’t believe me, huh? Okay. Pull the hitch pin, and just watch.”Terry pulled the pin, and slid the rake hitch off the bar. He stood there, turning the hitch pin in his hand, as he watched Isolde switch on the ignition, retard the spark, and crack the throttle.As she. Nasty slut, fuck slut”. She cried out as her pelvis rose from the seat, thighs quivering as a strong orgasm ripped through her. Her hand played in her creamy juices making wet slapping sounds. “Fuck yourself slut”, I urged as she came. Put your naked slutty body out there for strangers to enjoy. Let them know you are a dirty slut. Fuck that pussy!”Wave after wave racked her, she strained to arch her pelvis further from the seat as her lovely body convulsed with contractions of pleasure. . I was shivering from cold, fear, anticipation. He pushed the blouse down off my shoulders and slid it down my arms, until it was completely off. He told me to kneel, and as I did so, he unfastened my skirt and slid it down my hips, to my knees. He started peeling my pantyhose down over my hips, and then told me to lie down on my back. After I did that, he finished removing my skirt and pantyhose, leaving me lying there on my back, cold and frightened. I was thinking that I should just keep. Steeling myself, I returned to the table to find the three ladies starting to stand. “We’re done?” I said, with maybe a hint of disappointment and maybe a slight touch of relief as well. “Hardly honey. We still have almost a full pitcher left. We’re just going to get out of this restaurant and move over to the hotel’s bar. Tammy and Beth said it’s nice too.” “Sure thing.” I said as I silently screamed inside my head. All I could do was follow them like a caboose on a train through the hotel.