Kisses, caresses, and roaming hands get things started. After awhile I flip the switch and a warm to cool rinse refreshes us. We crowd into a smaller ...oom and warm air jets from many angles dry us off. I take Milan to a waist high pole, walk her up to it, step to the other side and restrain her wrist on lockable bungy cords. Her ankles are spread wide and restraining devices attached. There she is bent at the waist, tits hanging, legs and arms spread and restrained, there to be used and. I watched as first Izzy who after she walked in the shadows across the court yard lifted the sash window and slipped inside. We could just make her out under the night lights in the corridor. The two minutes came and went and Di tapped me and winked and made her way along the shadows to the window. I saw her lift the sash window and slip inside. I squinted at my watch. My heart was pounding. I was glad the window was at waist height, I was rubbish at climbing and I knew they would already be in. But if she pulled it off (and if anyone could pull it off, she could) he'd be in cunt heaven in less than thirty-six hours!His thoughts, and the delicious anticipation of the lay that lay in store for him--oh, please!--gave him a huge erection on the way to the car. Down, boy, he commanded the willful instrument, you'll get your chance to dance... in her pants!In another part of the compound, Peter Knight awoke at his customary time: 5:30 A.M., sporting a huge erection. He had been dreaming,. He thrust a few more times and my moans reached new heights, as my sensitive pussy was rammed some more. I tried pushing back against him and bouncing on his dick, but he took over and slammed into me. I was broken!“Oh I can’t! Oh fuck!”He slapped my ass before turning me over onto my back, and then recommenced his powerful stabs into my already destroyed pussy. I looked up and held his eye contact. He pounded me so hard. I was a wreck, but loving it. He slapped my tender ass again.“You cunt!”.