Paul and Kirsten. Paul and Sophie. Barry and Kirsten. Barry and Sophie. And even for a few giggly awkward moments, while the boys ogled guiltily, Soph...e and Kirsten. Was it fun? Maybe. But what the fuck! You’re only young once. Kicking. Banging. Thumping. Jumping. And if not then, why not now? thought Kirsten, as the sounds got fast and furious, the lights flashing over the fields and the stage, dark silhouetted DJs behind decks, films synchronized with the beat on the backdrop. A deep. A few face slaps and sucking his cock and I am yet cumming again. God how does he do this? I am penetrated deep into my ass, my cunt, and my throat. I love being forced to gag and choked. He knows this and uses it; some stranger is seeing my ass being violated and my pussy used. I am getting spanked harder and harder, I beg for more, I am just so exhausted and yet I continue to cum from Master manipulating me. God I don’t even know where the last orgasm came from but I am amazed that I have yet. It had been a long shift at Palm City Medical Estates and all Sara wanted to do was go home to her favorite deck chair and enjoy a few cocktails by the pool. Sadly she knew that would not be possible. Six weeks earlier she had taken in her older sister’s 17 year old daughter, Mandy, and Mandy was a handful! Sara always had trouble telling people no but as a favor to her niece she agreed, after all it was only for the summer. She figured she’d get to know Mandy a little better and could provide. Connie looked up from the crate to see her husband looking at herexpectantly."It tells me that you have to open it," Jason continued."It tells you?" she asked.Jason explained how he discovered the crate and what had happened whenhe pressed the button. "It told me something-or-other input had beenaccepted and then it told me that only you could open it..." Hmmm," Connie said. "No markings other than our name and address."They both stared at the crate for several seconds. Jason.