My pussy is still stretched and exposed, and in time with every pinch of my nipples, I feel my muscles clench under your gently moving fingers.At last... you pull down your boxers with your right hand and close the small gap between us. Your warm body is flush against my back and your hard cock rests between the cheeks of my ass. I whimper as you start to thrust it gently, the head hitting my lower back. One of your hands moves to my waist and the other between my shoulder blades, pushing down to. Abernathy. I flash a big smile and just reply, “Oh yes sir—just prolly some teen age boi stuff”. Mrs. Abernathy looked a bit perplexed, then Mr. Abernathy offers “oh—I get it” with a grin. Still looking perplexed, I offer up “b oy s camping in the woods—sometimes they can get a bit horny”. Finally Mrs. Abernathy lights up, and the rest of us just chuckle. We go on with idle chit chat, as we watch Dustin and Johnny. They got one of the quads up on blocks at the rear, as Johnny practices. The last slave here had apparently been a male. He didn't have time to reset them. When her other foot was fastened, her legs were spread painfully wide. Her groaning complaints were making him hard. But it would take a lot more pain than that before he could get stiff enough to give her what she wanted. What all the fucking bitches wanted. Take, take, take. That's all they did."He said you were a bad little bitch. He wanted me to warm you up for him," he taunted her, mauling her sensitive tits. The room seemed to spin and she almost seemed to pass out as the most incredible feelings coursed through her body. She trembled in the sheer ecstasy of what was happening to her, thrusting her hips up as her sister rubbed her, matching her spasms. It seemed to go on forever but then gradually she felt the feelings fade away. She tried to cling on, tried to prolong the ecstasy but it was no good. She felt her body subside and her sister’s hand slow down. Eventually she fell back on to the.