The opening did not let too much light in, which was good for them, for the sleet was falling and they were driving fast. Occasionally, the wind whipp...d against the frame, rocking it. Chantal was in the back, bound by wrist and leg, and gagged. The gunmen had had to, for in her hysterics, she had practically pummelled any one who got close to her. All of the gunmen carried bruises from carrying her to here. Now Chantal's eyes were rolling, almost catatonic. Henrietta was kneeling before. Finally I looked up into his pleading eyes, opened my mouth, and while he watched gulped his fat dick down my throat. I reveled in the new sensations. The scent of his crotch, the feel of the twitching flesh against my tongue, and the strangled moans of pleasure escaping from my friend. Gradually I grew useed to his cock and soon my nose was buried in the blond scruff of his pubes on every downstroke. Faster and faster we went, spit covering my face as my boyhood friend fucked my face. She began to experience the tell-tale tingling that foretold of her coming climax - something she occasionally gave herself on a lonely night, but had also never experienced from a man. Her breathing grew deep and rapid as she fought against this forbidden sensation, but it could not be resisted, and she convulsed moaning and straining against the ropes. The acolyte continued, milking every drop of pleasure from her, until she hung as limp as a c***d’s toy.While she hung there, panting and. ”The grown man looked at the hut again, and then at the two children.“I’m really quite impressed,” he told them. “I have a friend who’s an architect, and I bet even he’d be impressed. How old are you two?”The children glanced at each other.“Nine,” they said together.“I don’t know what you two want to be when you grow up,” Ted chuckled, “but if you wanted to go into construction, you’re off to a great start.”“Well that’s nice,” the boy said, “but all we really want is to stay together.”Suddenly.