We really need to move out of here though," I told her. I bent down, and helped her up. We slipped in the back door and got to my room without anyone ...eeing us. I didn't know how many people stayed here, or how many were in on a weekend.Once we were back in the room, I locked the door: unloaded the Model 97; returned it to it's carrying case. The girl was sitting on the bed. She was naked. Her makeup had run with the tears she had shed. She looked a mess. There was cum running down her leg, and. On one side of the large room was abar area where the members could relax and have a drink, usually whilsttheir victim was strapped to some devious and ingenious device withsomething vibrating deep inside her, the guys would sit and chat for awhile, laughing at the very obvious discomfort of their victim as shewrithed and squirmed within her relentless bondage, muffled screamsbarely audible from under her tightly gagged mouth as she could only waithelplessly for the group to have their fun with. ”Penny looked up at him and stared into his eyes where she saw nothing but affection and concern. It was too much for her. Her head fell forward and the tears poured. Peter stayed where he was.“Why?” she wailed. “I-I’m not brave. I ran away.”“Quite rightly too before you were injured severely or even killed. How you kept going as long as you did shows that bravery: a tiny little woman standing up to a great, bullying lout. You’re very special, Penny.”Penny’s crying brought Caroline in. She took. Heather drew in a steadier breath and raised her eyes to Richie. She gave him a sultry smile, her gaze burning with lust."Whoa," Richie said in a low voice. He stared as Heather walked up to him, swaying her hips in that sort of exaggerated motion that inexperienced boys believed was so provocatively slutty that it turned them on just thinking about it. Already his cock was hard in his pants, almost unbearably so, rising with such speed that it ached.Heather stopped before Richie and gave him a.