We hike down onto the sand and around the cliffs to the secret beach. To our delight, there is no one around. We pick a spot and I begin digging a pit...for the fire as he begins to setup the tent. I look over a few times and one of those times I see his ass over the top of his speedos. I do my best to hide my erection.I start the fire and we cook up our dinner, then we head off to sleep after we’ve had our fill. As I lay in my sleeping bag, I look over to see him sleeping and wonder if this is. She never moved a muscle as I rose up off my knees to get a better angle to reach into her nightgown. She just looked me in the eye as I grasped her left breast and then gently lifted it up. It strained against the nightgown for a few seconds until I moved my other hand over to pull the neck of the nightgown down, finally freeing her b**st for me to marvel at. I tried the neck squeeze again, thinking to pull the right boob out as well but when I moved my hand back down to her cleavage she sat. She was nothing but an object; to be ordered around, to be used. People got from her what they wanted; they took it and never even asked if they could have it. Rachel pushed herself away from the sleeping goth girl. Yes, even Mercy, who seemed so nice and helpful, had used her. The fact that it has not been brutal or painful was beside the point. Last night had not all been a dream, she was sure. Then the more disturbing thought sprang to her mind. Rachel slowly raised her hand to her neck. In. Then I felt Tony pulsing in my cunt and I went over the edge, thrashing about not that I could thrash very far, pinned as I was between two huge cocks. Bill slipped out of my arsehole and rolled to the side. Tony, however, did not soften, but remained rigid inside my cunt as I lay on top of him. ** I had been recounting my weekend activities to Andrew as he drove me home from the airport. At that point he interrupted my story. You really gave yourself to Bill as his sex slave? Yes. It was very.