"She sure could. Eddie was amazed that his petite fragile-looking sister could take such rough fucking, but she seemed to love it. The harder he hamme...ed it into her, the more excited she got and the more heavily she creamed. His cock was making an obscene sucking noise as it squeezed the thick juices from her tightly-gripping little cunt.Just thinking about it made Eddie grunt with excitement and fuck into her even harder. She was bouncing up and down on his pistoning cock as hard as she. "She laughed, "Anthony must think a lot of you to go that much out of his way for you." I don't think that it's too much to do since I'm part owner of this fine restaurant."When he saw that she didn't fully understand, he continued, "Anthony is a great chef and wanted to start his own place but didn't have all of the money that he needed. I agreed to loan him the money that he needed and became the owner of 25% of an Italian restaurant. Anthony is a good businessman. He takes a good salary and. Her wrists were bound behind her, so tightly that her shoulders were feeling strained. She was on her knees, on dirt. She glanced over her shoulder, quickly noticing that her wrists were roped and the rope was around a thick pole, possibly the centre beam of a tent or lodge. She tugged instinctively on the bindings but winced loudly and squeezed her eyes shut. Her wrists felt as if they were broken already. Somewhere to her left, someone started laughing. Carefully, she began to draw her head. "Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream. Row, row, row your boat..." Row, row, row your boat..." James' deeper voice came in, unexpectedly fitting well with her softer tones. Shanna wondered what the others were hearing, English, or Polish? She didn't think the song would work in that language. Rhymes never translated."Row ... row..." Anelie's voice, uncertain, joined in at just the right place. Shanna smiled at the girl..