"It's like a generic horror movie," he thought and followed a path which lead away from the small harbor. At the moment he hadn't a chance to get away...from where he was and he didn't assumed to meet a crazy killer in the fog.The path lead up some stairs and he passed some buildings which seemed abandoned but in a general good state. Then he reached something what looked like a old mansion. Carefully he pushed open the door and stepped inside.Inside the building he got the same abandoned but. I began pounding her ass with all of the anger-fueled strength I had. I was going to paint her little brown hole white, and was going to do it when I wanted. I didn’t give a damn about her pain, her desires, or her. I could feel the beginnings of my orgasm, and willed it back. I was going to make her assfucking last as long as I could. I felt the orgasm build, though contained, and knew I was going to spunk a gallon and a half into her.I grabbed her hair, yanking her head, shoulders and arms up. Brad took Jenny in his arms and whispered in her ear, “I bet you wish that you could be submissive to everyone in the group, don’t you?”He felt her shiver and heard a soft moan. He grinned and said to the group, “Just in case we get caught, and this is our last hurrah, I think we should be honest with all of you and let you in on a little secret. My wife would love to spend the next hour or two being shared by all of us. So, who’s interested in making her our collective submissive slut and. Her pussy lips are closed tight. Her mound has delicate wisps of light hair.I look around and pull some life vests to the floor. I ease her down onto her back, cushioned by the vests. Her hard nipples point up from her boobs and her petite legs lie together, hiding her pussy.As I push her legs apart she does not resist. As they open, her lips part to reveal a glimpse of her pink pussy. I can see a glistening of wetness in the dim light of the boathouse.Her hips are slightly raised on the life.