It was amazing how distant that fence had seemed now that she was by the water. It was also surprising to see the beach stretch onwards, devoid of lif... or motion. It was a clean landscape – no trees beyond the fence, no abandoned beach furniture she had often imaged – just endless sand. Slowly, she rises to her feet, and slips out of her shoes, toes wedging into the sand, and a soft delighted sigh escaping her lips. Laura began to move forward to the water, a soft salty breeze sweeping all. "Fuck me," Kris gasped, "Please. I, oh God, cock, fuck, cumming," in between gasps for air. Buck turned her so she was laying length wise on the bed. He was setting on his legs with his hard cock lying across her clit. Kris pleaded, "Please, oh, please, fuck, me," as she gasped for air. "Need, cock, please," she begged.Buck smiled as he said, "How do you ask Kris? You know how to ask Kris," as he swabbed the head of his 11 inch cock up between the lips of her pussy causing her to gasp. Buck. Her eyes lingered on him for a few moments while she most likely dreamed of running away with him. She shook herself into reality again and found a clip board and started talking to some of the other people on the protest, making notes.Despite there being a few hundred of us, I knew that they would interview me. I'd planned what to wear, that to look like and where to sit to make sure the director and Ken would notice me. The director and the coffee woman both came over to talk to me, asking me. He reached out and pulled a small laptop onto the table near the wine bottle and after a few key strokes a third window popped up next to the other two on her screen. It was the start of the second scene. He walked over to the bed and undid the string that he had used in the second video and mounted the girl for the second time, not bothering to lube up again. The pain was again intense and she struggled fighting for the second time as he fucked her unmercifully plunging again and again into.