Are you going to let me finish? Kaylee just nodded, so I continued. Your cousin Max called. His friend is driving through this way, so hes catching a ...ide. Hell be spending spring break down here with us. Oh! I havent seen Max since Christmas! Kaylee squealed excitedly. Max was my older sister Bettys, youngest son. He was 17, just shy of his 18th birthday. Max is not his given name, but after his first little league coach started calling him that, because he did everything to the max, the name. Cheryl knew she had to obey Sammy, he owned her; she was his property. The beautiful redhead had long since given up being an individual with free will. She was nothing more than a sexual object to be used anytime and anyway that Sammy wanted her.“I’m sorry Sammy! I’ll do as you wish! If you want me to sell my body, I will. I’ll be your whore,” the beautiful redhead whimpered, submissively.For the year he’d kept Cheryl captive, Sammy had kept her separate from his and his partners other. My pussy was gripping his cock like a third hand, squeezing the shaft, trying to milk him of his seed.My stockinged legs were wrapped tightly around his back, my calf’s resting on his rising and falling buttocks. My right hand was on his back, my nails gently scr****g along his strong back as my left stroked his hair softly with my nails tenderly massaging his scalp.My lips were kissing his earlobe as my panting hot breath aroused his erogenous ear. This was one hell of a fuck, a body slamming. The most distinguished twosome was actually a gay couple from Spain, both dressed in rather kinky leather harnesses that left not much to the imaginations. They looked like having both an impressive tackle and during our drink together we found out they were waiting for a MF couple they met on the internet. Moving on we started to become aware that the mood slowly started to change. There were already couples mixing it up with each other and in one corner in particular the action got well.