"He ... umm ... well I prefer up here."The ladies gently probed Annabel and she let her baby, the young Abigail, crawl off to play with the other babi...s as she talked. She was brought a cup of tea and turned around to see Margaret leaving, promising to see her later.Annabel was a little guarded on her answers although the ladies were left in no doubt that her boyfriend was up to no good, but she did not mention the fact he was a dangerous gangster. She did confess to having some of his money to. I waded across the shallows of the valley river and continued north. It was evening when I walked out of the forest.Before me in a clearing leading into the pass were two large trees stripped of limbs. Tied between them was a naked teenage girl. I looked around and then studied the ground and saw large tracks and prints. I snorted as I started pulling the mule again, “stupid people.”The girl had been crying and looked up as I came closer. She sniffed and glanced around while trying to speak.. Every now and then the director would call cut, and start it from the start again, but it was pretty much non-stop hip-hop dancing. Soon she was dripping with her own sweat, but not only that… her pussy had become unbearably wet, and she could feel the trickle of the juices running down her leg as she moved. The men weren’t helping any, each of them had bodies that seemed to be chiseled out of granite, and she couldn’t help openly staring at the front of their pants, especially since her head. Both were giving her incredible, moan-worthy pleasure. That's how I go am when I'm really focused on sucking a cock, and when I'm diddling myself.I got myself off several times watching that video, picturing myself with one of the beautiful cocks that were in my house during spring break. And I'm still so horny, because the cock this morning was in the video, and in my mind, but not in my mouth or in my cunt. All that to say, I had to write my fantasy down, as inspired by the young college.