Do a real good job and I may reward you. Make sure you polish all my shoes and refold all my clothes."For hours, Wench did as Emily commanded, taking ...ime to scrub most of the house. At the end of it, his outfit was definitely worse for the wear, but had managed to hold up surprisingly well.An hour before sunset, Emily finally said, "That's enough! Upstairs, Wench! Back to the bedroom!"With a surprising amount of energy, Wench bounded up the stairs, his breasts bouncing seductively, with Emily. All the time she was struggling and twisting and cursingthem but to no avail. They pulled her away from the treeand undid all the buttons on her uniform shirt and thenunclasped her bra, lifting it clear of her breasts. Allthe time she protested, then someone un-hooked and un-zipped her skirt at the back pulled it down to the sand,her underskirt followed swiftly after.What a nightmare, there she was, standing in her tightsand panties, cuffed to a tree, bare assed, with only ashirt shoved up. It hurt like hell. Eric kept a steady crawl up my ass, inch by inch by inch; then he’d pull back a little, and then go in a little deeper. At some point I asked, “How many inches are in?” Without stopping he said, “About seven.” Fuck, that meant he still had four more inches to push its way inside my ass. He didn’t stop, and just kept pumping and pumping. As much as it hurt I loved it, and he kept pumping. In a way, I can’t wait to see the video. Again I asked, “How many inches?” “Ten,” he. "Amanda, do you speak languages other than Standard?" he asked obliquely."I'm fluent in the four main western European languages," she answered. "Pretty good in Mandarin. Not so—" Spanish will do, then," he interrupted. He shifted to it. "I speak it quite well. For sensitive subjects. I do not think they can overhear, they have so far given no indication of it, but I prefer a certainty to even a high probability."She looked at him in the gathering dusk. "All right," she said in that language..