I had left Victor’s car on the third floor. Not a long climb; so I chose the stairs. I saw our car there; the only one in the middle of the floor…... was about to unlock her car when a hand covered my mouth from behind. Something cold and sharp pressed against my throat. “Don’t scream. Don’t fight, bitch” A deep man’s voice hissed on my ear.The man pulled my wrists behind my back, uncovering my mouth...“Please, do not hurt me, I beg you” I cried.But my hair was yanked hard, and the man showed me. Jason counted heads to make sure we had everyone. When he counted our 32, we marched back to our campsite. We spent the rest of the afternoon getting our campsite set up.We had dinner at the dining hall. After dinner, Will got up in front of the 400 scouts and leaders and called for quiet with the scout sign. Silence came swiftly. Will welcomed the campers, did a couple announcements and then said that we're going to sing "Green Grow the Rushes Ho."Will started the song off and the whole dining. One was a reminder to start the next cook that day. Also a note to see the mad mechanic later about a new larger cooker type operation.I had no intention of cooking on an empty stomach since I might not get out for almost 24hours, I bought a pizza at that carry out place. That and a six pack of diet coke was my plan for the next three meals at least.Once I got the mash cooking, I went onto the Internet to check things out. I researched pontoon boats and cook stoves. I did lots of checking of. Meanwhile, sharon was now using her mouth in tandem with her hands on mum, and the effect was both obvious and instantaneous. Mum was almost panting with desire and alternated between looking at me and dreamily closing her eyes. I began to fuck sharon harder and harder spured on by the sight of mum’s passion. Sharon began to cry out that she was about to cum, i stuck my thumb in my mouth, covering it in saliva and pushed it into sharon’s tight arsehole. This was all to much for her and she.