Eat my pussy, suck it out of me, God, I love the way you eat my pussy, I needed this. God, I need to be fucked…”That’s pretty much the way it we...t all night, and all of her predictions came true, and then some. Susan seemed different somehow, louder, raunchier, our sex was harder. It was better, less inhibited. I chalked it up to her feeling less guilt and less fear of getting caught.The next morning I awoke with my usual a.m. boner and we started our day with a blowjob for me and a mouthful of. My hips were a bit wide, I had a tummy going on that I really hated and really was trying to work on getting rid of, and my 42DD breasts weren't perky but they were a nice handful to play with.Time seemed to become irrelevant once I arrived because I honestly don't know how long I was alone in that room before a small door opened and a tray of food was slid in. A chocolate milkshake, French fries, and a couple slices of pizza. Well, whoever my captor was, they certainly knew the way to my. I ask her what she thought so far and she says that she likes it and wants to do more I tell her that when the girls come back they will be given an orgasm and then we will be done for the day and that if she wants to use one of the girls that she can take one of the back to her room for one hour and she picks Maria.When the girls come back I start with Wendy I tell her to lay on the table and I have her put her legs in the stir ups and I get a vibrator and begin by running it up and down her. “You’re gonna go aren’t you?” she asked, raising her head to look at Jenny.Crammed with seven women, Jenny’s four-by-four skates over the ground throwing up clouds of dust in the process and heads towards the hill with the hut on it; a mere thirty minutes drive from Browbeach farm.Jenny walks up to the door. “Very unimpressive?” she whispers to herself.Mary grabs her arm and thrusts her forward, smiling like a demented hyena. Jenny pulls herself back from her sending Mary flying through the.