Turning to the view from behind, hoping at least my gently sloping bottom with sensual dimples just above my tailbone had remained the same… it had....I smiled. I glanced at my face in the glass, and slid my hands luxuriously up into the back of my hair, piling it high on my head and purring with how good it felt to stretch like a lazy cat in this glorious sunshine. I looked out under long deep brown lashes at my freckled nose and the smooth skin of my face and laughed at the critical. " Tuck chuckled. "Mac would have been right at home with these folks. He can run and run and run. I saw the others filtering along the ridge top. I was flat mystified what was going on."I heard the tiniest rustle and turned my head slightly, to see a javelina a few feet away from me, trying to sneak by. I pretended I didn't see it and it kept going. Then Mac yelled, 'Hoorah!' and we both shouted and waved our arms."I'd walked right into the middle of a herd. Maybe twenty of them were within a. I leaned down and kissed her, just a little peck on the lips. Then another. Then our passions flared up and we started really making out. She came up into my arms and we fell over on the couch, our lips still locked. We just lay there for a while, kissing and rubbing each others bodies. She pulled away and stood up, offering me a hand. I let her help me off the couch and we proceeded back to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom again she pushed me towards the bed, closed the door and slid her thong. I struggled for several minutes before being subdued - with a cloth soaked in imaginary chloroform - and carried off to the boathouse by the two men, who were wearing black balaclavas, navy blue boiler suits and black boots.The abandoned boathouse was an ideal location for a noisy and rough sex-romp; and rough was certainly the word I would use to describe the sex - John and Roy didn't pull any punches when it came to stripping me naked and dumping me onto a sturdy wooden table.My wrists and.