A sign by the steps identified the place unimaginatively as "Cabin # 5"."This is the place," I said, trying to stay positive. "Home Sweet Home for the...next week."The key fit the discolored deadbolt lock, which turned with only a small amount of reluctance. Inside, it was musty and dark and clearly had sat shut-up without being aired-out for some time. What little light filtered through the trees was further muted by the yellow-brown curtains on the windows. I wasn't sure that was their original. Sis stood naked in the doorway. Her eyes never left mine. “Go ahead,” she nudged, “Finish what you started.”I was too fucking hard to argue. My hand started stroking up and down my young cock again. I watched her eyes fall to watch my labor. She took a step into the bathroom and leaned back on the wall. I couldn’t take my eyes off her body as I stroked faster. Her panties were balled in my other fist. I watched as she pushed a finger between the lips of her pussy. Her smile was wicked, her. "You bitch! Where are you?" Obviously I ignored it. At that very instant,the door was flung open, almost hitting the back of my stall, and my super-confident young professional flounced in the door with a few work colleagues in tow. She marched straight to the bar, dropped her beautiful butt onto a high stool and ordered her customary G&T.I hit the button once more, dipping my head a little so as to be partially hidden by a huge flowerpot. She sat bolt upright, stunned, and grabbed her phone.. ” Harcourt had backed up to the other side of the pit, and he was quickly becoming a panting mess. Wide eyes snapped left and right, up and down, each trying to take in the madness collapsing on him. “Sweet fuck, oh mother fucking god. Merciful Christ protect me, mother fucking g—”Athalia smacked him, again. That caused Clara to chuckle, but it didn’t sound natural; of course it didn’t, considering the fear Triss could see on her face. They were all frightened by the display, and Triss had to.