He watched the whole thing, two women sharing his hard-on again, with that same big grin. "Hi babe," he whispered up as I tried to imitate her hard, w...ld screwing. Then he leaned back and closed his eyes. By the look on his face, I think I got it mostly right.I squeezed as tight as I could, I really need to start doing my Kegels again.She lay back and watched us once more, my tits not bouncing nearly as much as hers, and he was cumming after only a few minutes. He shuddered, gasped, bucked. It would block my view.Her nipples were hard before, of course, but now they crinkle painfully. Her skin sprouts goose bumps all over. After one minute her jaw has a little tremble. After two minutes her hands are constantly making small aborted motions to hug herself against the cold. She rocks forward trying to make the spray go over her head and run down her back. I tell her to sit back on her heels. The look she gives me is one of pure desperation. This is discomfort without eroticism. It. He had been getting uptight about doing so many exams at school recently and had said the other day that the last one was this week and that it was also his birthday this week-end. Thats what this was, it was his 18th Birthday and he had got drunk celebrating the end of exams with his mates. Heaven knows where he got the booze but as the legal drinking age in the UK is 18, I figured that technically it was above board. And besides, young guys can be highly resourceful when they set their mind. She has to do whatever you need or want until the bond is released.” The Monte Carlo hummed along the highway, a road sign indicated that the truck stop I wanted to get beer and lunch at was coming up. And I still couldn’t believe what the girls were saying. “You’re kidding me right? I just tell her what to do and she has to do it?” I couldn’t believe it. “What it’s like magic? Or?” “It’s not magic, it’s a bargain made with the Gods. If she failed you she would fail her tribe and everything her.