‘I’m sorry Sir,’ the paramedic said. ‘You are the only person who was in that part of the house who survived. We’re airlifting you to the ho...pital. The others will follow.’ Andreas closed his eyes his pain intensifying as he gave in to the knowledge that he had probably lost the people most important to him in the world. They’d heard a helicopter coming in low over the property. He’d got up to go to the window and seen the first explosive crate dropped in the distance and heard the rumbling. I only had two options:(1) I could totally ignore the lust-filled lesbian antics and try to get some sleep and be nice and fresh for the conference. That option was not suited to my newly-acquired persona of sticking my nose and my dick into every sort of sexual opportunity and I quickly discounted taking the coward’s route to living an uneventful life.(2) I might strip down completely naked and join them in their naughty nocturnal games without requesting permission like some loser toy-boy. .men are pigs. Even in a nice restaurant like ours, I got my buttgrabbed, my legs fondled, and my boobs ogled (and they weren't even realBOOBS!) Okay, most guests weren't like that, but the ones that werewere enough to ruin your day. I had a long talk with Helen after workthat first night, telling her that maybe I wasn't cut out for this, butshe just smiled and said that for a first-timer, I had actually donerather well. That made me feel better, and I noticed that I HAD gottenbetter at. This took my mind off any thought of retching and I teetered unstably on my heels as he marched me quickly towards a tree stump.He sat down and hauled me down across his knee. My tits hung freely and my ass was raised up as he grabbed my cuffed hands and held them painfully up with one of his hands. I let out a muffled cry as, with his other hand, he clenched a fist and viciously forced it into my wet and sloppy, cum-filled pussy. Thrusting in hard until he was up to his wrist inside me. He.