Also, if you can think of it, where would he hide something important? I can assure you, Mr. Gerhardt is an expert in female torture. He’s made a st...dy of it in his life. Young Marissa was most fond of his cruel attentions, but I fear you may not survive him, especially in light of your having killed the poor girl.’ The words Camille mumbled were unintelligible, spoken with a swollen tongue. Her eyes rolled around in her head, refusing to focus on any one subject. A hand slapped her face, a. I then built up the speed as all the while Aisling was moaning and saying “Yessss” in an almost breathless high pitched whisper. I could hardly believe that having already got to fuck Davina, who I had lusted for, for so long, I was also now getting to really fuck the arse of my wife, and all on the same day. If I had not already cum three times, I could not have lasted long in Aisling’s tight arse, but because I had I was able to pound her ass long and hard, until finally I felt my balls tense. She extended her right hand as she came up beside him, and he touched it lightly, feeling the warmth of her flesh against his palm."Right you are. And you're Susan of course!"She nodded in answer, her bright blue eyes flashing as she openly looked him over. He held her hand a little too long to be a simple greeting, and the moment that they stood face to face seemed like hours of intense wonder. He remembered it as being the time of decision, the second major event of the evening.As he thought. She says, “Ed, since we have all of the furs we need what do you intend to do with all of the hides you have from the hunting? There’s about fifty of them and some of the other camp members can do with an extra fur for winter.”“How many would be used by those who need one?”“About forty should be enough. That still leaves a lot more.”“OK, organise with Wild Thorn to hand out the furs to those who need them. Because this is a ‘whole of the camp’ activity she should be involved. I don’t mind them.