“Brook, would you go with her and help her get what she needs?” I asked, and she nodded, so I turned back to Ashley. “Do you know what all is in...olved with your trust fund?”“Not really. I can see now that I need to investigate that for the boys’ sake. I just don’t know where to start,” she admitted.“The good news is I have people who can help with that if you find you need it. The great news is you also have my mom in your corner now. With the help of your parents and mine, we’ll be okay. We. We were asked to drape ourselves over an arm each. Of course, we willingly did.Once in position, Sam applied a liberal amount of lube to each of our arses as we bent over the arms of the chairs, legs apart. Three guys approached and slowly slipped their cocks into our waiting arses.In it went, filling my arse, and slowly he started to drill me. Then a little faster; I was getting more and more turned on again. Faster still, pounding my arse. Deeper and deeper, I was going to cum, again. He. We found out that the Honky Haters were running a protection racket with vicious overtones. They made no secret that they were the ones that a shopkeeper had to have protection from. They charged a heavy price for their "protection," too. One shopkeeper we talked to had hung out a "going out of business" sign because he was just not able to keep up his payments.The threat was that the Honky Haters would gang rape his wife and two daughters if he didn't cooperate. He was at his wit's end over. The frog will sit there, happy as can be, until it is cooked.In this particular case, I was the frog, and that tent was the pot. And Caitlin had gotten so horny during the raft trip, and the helicopter ride, that she decided she wasn't going to wait until next year after all. In other words, the heat in Caitlin had been turned ever higher by the day's events, until, right now, she was at a boil.And like the frog in the story ... I had no clue how hot things were.It is here that the analogy.