Kelly and I were thirty-four. Patrick was a year younger than us.We arrived Friday evening and set up in the “campground”, which was nothing more ...han an open field where you park where you want. That evening we had a campfire, ate dinner and walked around the place. Kelly was feeling flirty, but it was pretty quiet. We went in at sunset; Patrick and I took turns fucking Kelly on the bed. After she had cum a bunch and Patrick and me both once, Kelly and I crashed in bed and Patrick, on the. One hour later the 'interrogation' started. Sarah rolled in some wooden 'horses' covered in leather.They looked like the tool I remember from gymnastics at secondary school, but these had some straps.They ordered us to undress. Tied us to those horses bent over, with our legs spread wide for search.Sarah checked our open orifices for possible hide of more strong stuff in our most intimate openings. Sarah next 'warmed us up' for his interview about our possession of banned freshly fermented. She pushed the faded cotton curtain over the sink aside, and peered out through the dusty glass towards the long unpaved drive that led from the old blacktop road up to their house. A dented red F-150 bumped up the drive followed by a cloud of brownish yellow dust that blasted furiously from beneath the tires only to slow, lose interest in the whole business and end up drifting aimlessly off into the cloudless summer sky. Before the truck had even stopped, the passenger door was flung open and. The kiss deepened as she explored me with her hands and it was obvious that aside from kissing me she was trying to discover if I was or was not naked under the dress. “Someone came out looking to get fucked.” “You think anyone here doesn’t want to get fucked?” “I don’t.” I must have looked disappointed. “I don’t want to be fucked, I want to fuck.” “Have you chosen anyone yet?” “Yep. Come on, let’s get another drink.” She took my hand and led me back into the room and straight to the bar where.