Grace laughed and said, " Told you it hurts! Next time a girl tells you she hadhad her legs waxed you will be very sympathetic to her! Okay next legPa...ela!" Again he screamed. Then two smiling girls did his arms and eventhe sight of their naked breasts could not stop him sobbing. Then Naomi madehim scream in total agony as she sadistically slowly ripped the hair from hisarmpits. He was left smooth but hurting apart from his pubes and balls andtried to plead for mercy. Grace just laughed and. ” “It’s wrong.” “I Know.” “We could get caught.” “I know.” “We would lose everything.” “I know.” Despite all the solid arguments she was making my hands continued to fondle her large, hanging breasts. They were being covered, rather than supported by the plain purple and black plaid one-piece swimsuit she was wearing. Between responses I buried my face into her black curly hair and continued to bite and nibble on her neck. Between her protests she moaned and gasped. My own swimsuit was doing. She could feel movement underneath her and around her. She felt a prick in her ass and then everything went black. Ungh she groaned as finally she started to come around. She binked, trying to figure out where she was. Her jacket was long gone and her shoulders ached from the binds on her wrists. She groaned again, shaking her head, trying to remember what had happened. The bitch is up! she heard to howls of laughter. Her blindfold came off and she adjusted to the light, shaking her head. Later that night, I was awakened by the noise of the door swingin’ slowly open, just a slight squeak. My hand slid over the familiar feel of the bone handle and I pulled the hammer back automatically. I saw from the dim light from the lamp in the hallway, the barrel of a shotgun sneaking around the corner of the door. I quickly fired three shots through the door, just to the right of the shotgun barrel, and a dirty, long bearded man crashed to the floor as the door swung in. I reached over to.