The four bearded men rushed back into the scene and grabbed her by the arms and legs. In one swift motion they lifted her up and laid her on her back...on the ground with her arms and legs tied tightly by the leather thongs. Then they stepped away.Another two men in Arab dessert dress, this time all in black with something black covering their faces stepped into the scene. They were each holding knives with very thin, long blades about six inches in length. They knelt at Sharon's feet and. His own bitch. On and on they fucked."Tell Sam you're his bitch now," Brenda urged. "Tell him you're his bitch and he'll give you your biggest cum ever." Darla shook her head. She didn't want to be Sam's bitch but her feeling weren't her own. Her body was rebelling and the mind decided to go along with it. Darla heard her own voice but it seemed outside of her, like it wasn't coming directly from her."I... I... I'm... your... bitch!" Darla felt Sam's prick swell and spurt sperm inside her. At. The boys talk to you like that all the time. I thought we were the same, me and them. You've always said we were. And I don't think you DO know what's best for me, not when you're telling me to abandon everything I'm doing out here without some explanation. Again, what's really going on here, Daddy? What's the real story?"Wow, no matter how I had thought this conversation would go, I never thought Kay would attack her father this way. I was blown away. Robert was obviously thrown off his stride. Maria Elena tugged my shirttail free of my pants, and snuggled inside my open shirt to press her naked breasts against me. My arms were around her, holding her to me. I slid one hand down her back and under her loosened skirt. She lay back and helped me tug down her skirt, rocking from side to side as I worked it down her hips.Only her panties were left. I reached for them, but she pushed my hand away. Before I could protest, Maria Elena hooked her thumbs on either side and pushed them down.