Ummm no! I mean I don’t know. I can’t remember what I was dreaming about”, I lied.“Well you’re wasting another beautiful day up here. Breakf...st is almost ready” Rachel bounced off the bed and headed down stairs. “She’s up now! I heard her tell someone. I laid there trying to figure out what if any thing had been real and what had been a dream. Still unsure I decided I had better join the others down stairs.I was the last one up. Rachel and Tony were having coffee at the table and Heather was. The first one to sit on the bucket relievedherself and was helped back up and told to bend over at the waist. Shebent over and one of the workers took a damp washcloth and scrubbed herass and pussy and told her to stand back up. As each girl sat on the bucket,I watched each one get embarrassed almost to the point of tears. When itcame to my turn, I then know why the others felt that way. To be bent overin public and have a strange man to wipe your ass and pussy is a hard thingto do. When Beth. You know you want it to!" He presses forward firmly, meets resistance once again. Deciding that gentleness is not going to work, he rams forward hard and fast. The bulging head of his cock pops past my tight sphincter and I cry out."Oh!"He leans over me and kisses my back. His hands rove over my thighs and sides. My ass feels as if someone has set it afire as Les pushes in slowly bit by bit.I struggle to move away but his hands grasp my hips firmly and he slides the final inches into me. The. ..OMG I can't get out of this situation and I belong to HIM. I feel a cold leather riding crop being ran over my skin from my ankle to the point of where my cum has stopped running down on my leg. Sir scoops up my cum and tells me to open my mouth so I can taste my pussy. Do you like the taste of your pussy Slut? DOM is cleaning the riding crop front and back on my tongue and tells me to keep my tongue out. Smack! riding crop comes down hard on my tongue and I let out a yelp. DOM says **you are.