After he came in my mouth he told Rick he was going to get some of the other guys. I figured they must have set it up this way and if they scored they...would tell the others. I was really enjoying some cock and didn’t object. Rick kept fucking me hard when I remember him asking if I had ever been fucked in the ass and I lied “no I had never done that before”. Before I could say anything he turned me over and I could feel his tongue rimming my ass. It was a weird feeling but. I got up off the bed, accepting my fate for just a brief second, before I stopped as I turned the knob. I turned back at her. "Did you hear what I just said? GET OUT." she said firmly. I took my hand off the knob. "No", I said as I rushed back to her, tackling her onto the bed, kissing her with all I had as I ran my hands down her body. She kissed back with equal force, and I could tell that she was taking all of her anger, on the Cindy, on me, on the world, and turning it into raw sexual. He concentrated on the waterfowl and the muskrat making its way across the lake. He thought of the corners of the lake where he would take Marge in the morning. He hadn't been as peaceful in weeks. It was good therapy. He would not put the cabin on the market.It occurred to him that he hadn't heard Marge bustling about inside for a few minutes. He returned to his thoughts. Marge would appear when she was ready.The sun was nearly finished for the evening when Marge stepped onto the porch. She. Impossible to hit the spot I want cleanly. I stand back and sigh.“Alexis. What are you doing? If you want we can start at your shoulder and work down so that you can’t move anything.”“Fuck you. Fuck off!” she says. “HELPPPPPPPPP! HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! SOMEBODY FUCKING HELP ME!” she shouts. We’re a good mile and a half from the freeway. Don’t think anyone’s gonna come. I walk back to my bag and grab some duct tape.I could just bring the bag closer, rather than having to walk across the room.