“Ahhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuucccccknkkkk !!!!” she yelled as she orgasmed with her juices flooding my rigid cock.As her cum waned, I pulled out of her and...grabbed a pillow and stuck it under her hips, raising them from the bed. I then lined up my greasy cock with her tight anal starfish. Pushing firmly forward, it resisted for a moment before it opened up and let my cock slide into her tight asshole.“Not there....not there” she screamed. “No one’s been there before”.I ignored her and continued to slam. I thought about piercing but then realized that I can remove the piercings after the 15 days so I went ahead with it. These were some of the few terms and there were 20 more which stated ways in my body would be used.I turned to the third page and there was a line which made me feel more comfortable. It was as follows, “Our deal will be sealed if you survive with us for 10 days. After 10 days it is your choice whether to continue for the remaining 5 days or not.”It also stated that my identity. She looked back and forth between us, then drew a breath and reached behind, untying the top to her bikini. She removed it, wadded it up and tossed it into the companionway. Leaning against the bulkhead at one end of the settee, she faced Tommy and me with bare breasts and quietly asked, “Is this what you guys had in mind?” No answer was necessary, and no answer could have told of the sensations felt, as Tommy and I visually devoured the sight of Samantha, topless. In the conversation that. “It’s summer,” I pointed out. “No snow.”“But they’re fun!” she insisted.“No. Put them back.”Rachael pouted and left, only to return with camping pots.“Look! Aren’t they cute? They all fit inside each other like Russian nesting dolls.”“I have those, Rachael. Put them back.”“Are yours so new and shiny?” she asked.“Put them back.”She pouted and left, only to return with a propane lamp. “Hey, Gramps! Check this out! It’s a gas light. Let’s get it!”“I have one. Put it back.”“Fine!” She pouted again..