Over the course of the summer I was filled with cock at least once a day. Most days I didn’t want it but he didn’t care. He took what he wanted. H... used me and abused me. Even during the school year he did what he wanted. Mostly on weekends he would make me sleep over his house. One weekend I was over there he made me wear his moms clothes. That became a regular thing. He would dress me up and use me. By the next summer I would cum anytime he was in me. I really enjoyed that part. But he was. Afterwards each woman was to then go round the house till she found a door with her panties hanging on the doorknob and the man inside would be her partner for the evening.Once we men were inside our chosen room the girls got the 'all ready' signal from our hostess' husband and one by one they were told to go off to find their panties and, on opening the door, to discover their partner for the evening. Since Heidi was the 'new girl' she was selected to leave first. Our hostess took her by the. It was then I saw the rifle butt, that had nudged me awake, and the Policia Local guy standing holding it.He wasn’t rude, he wasn’t angry, in fact, he was quite pleasant. After a bit conversation, back and forth, I gathered that it was against the law to sleep on the beach at night. Extremely helpfully, he offered to take me to the nearest Pension Hotel.So following on my bike, we hadn’t actually gone far, when we arrived it this somewhat decrepit looking place.He waved a cheery “Adios, buenas. Bullock, Mr. Brenner, Miss Brenner, in my chambers. Now, please!”As Bullock was stuffing his notes into his briefcase, Harley tapped him on the shoulder and said, “Mr. Bullock, someone handed me this note and said it was important that I pass it on to you.”Bullock looked irritated at the interruption, but he took the note, opened it and read. Then he went very pale in the face and looked around frantically, like he was expecting to see a ghost.I passed by his table, ushering Aunt Margie toward.