I ducked and dived between the bushes. At times, it had been nearly impossible to move forward. Occasionally I’d been forced to wade through the wat...r. At least it was cooling. Being in the river kept the flies off my body, for a little longer anyway. My stomach began protesting again a few hours later. I sat, hidden by an outcrop of sharp rocks, and ate the rest of my berries. I guess I had been lucky with them. I hadn’t had any ill effects from the ones I’d eaten earlier. I wished I’d picked. She seemed to be sleeping. I closed my eyes in frustration. They had tricked me, all they wanted was sex. Well, I'd get my own back, once they let me go I'd kick the shit out of them.The door clicked and opened with a creak. Martin walked in this time, his pale old body in nothing but a leather thong, barely containing his cock. He carried a riding crop, tapping his hand lightly with it. The bastard strutted over to me first, looked me up and down, then slapped my cock with the riding crop,. We greet and talk for a bit, nothing special. We were both wearing basketball shorts, so it was pretty easy to notice any 'unusual' bulge...I sat up and looked over at my friend, still stretched out on the bed, and noticed him scratch his cock. I pointed out the fact that i saw his bulge, and he asked if i liked it, in a joking matter. I was scared for a second, surprised and in awe. I told him he had a big dick. He looked at me, smiled, and started pulling down his shorts. I watched, waiting. Nearby was a pool with a fountain playing and two women idly bathing themselves at the edge. The woman who was bathing her forehead was wearing a sort of smock, but she herself was naked. The woman said something to her that she did not understand and another woman, dressed in a sort of bolero top which was unbuttoned and left her breasts clearly visible and a pair of pastel green transparent trousers came and asked her a question, again in a language she did not speak."Where am I?" asked Laura.