He picks up on the latter noise and his hand leaves my head and works its way down my back. He shifts closer to me in his seat so he can go lower. He ...pproaches my butt and slides his fingers past the waist band. I can tell it is stuck there and remove my wet hand from my pussy- and not wanting to get my goo all over my shorts I do something I only dreamt about till that point. I lift my hand towards his face, without missing a down stroke on his cock. He gets the hint and sucks the cum off my. . By now it was getting quite dark. The layout of the cottage had the front door opening directly into the lounge area, with the bathroom and bedroom to one side.I was to remain in the bedroom and say something to confirm a male presence, just in case.We were extremely aroused with the anticipation of what we were about to do and I watched excitedly as Mandy practiced in front of the mirror turning this way and that, tying it loosely with one simple twist of the sash, pulling it one way then. Daddy...Light flared to her right.An orb. An orb of glowing blue light, easily ten feet tall. It stood there, in the grass. Humming. Drowning out the cries of the babies.All other noise stopped.The world stopped.Mary's eyes widened.From the sphere, appeared a brown horse, with a rider.She was a teen. Short black hair, small breasts under thick, tan, leather armor. In her hand was a wooden bow, arrow already nocked and drawn. With a shout that told the universe to beware, she released the. She gulped down breaths of air and pushed out a piercing scream, as if it would change Big Bill’s mind, or win my sympathy.The camera in my hand was the least of her worries. She was bawling hysterically and staring in disbelief at the irons, not to mention the men standing around her. PLEASE DON’T PUT THAT ON ME! She tried to shape the words and convince Big Bill not to do what he was about to do.Big Bill was already between her splayed legs with the irons. It was a solid steel ring, about a.