We had practiced them in training. Everything was packed so we didn't leave anything behind.Purples, and blues, gave way to lighter softer greens and ...traw tones peppered with the dark green and yellow of the gorse or the mauves and white of heath and heather. Wraiths of mists sighed over the hillsides, the sheep started to graze, and we heard a fox bark somewhere to our left. The sky lightened and the birds commenced their dawn chorus. Fucking singing birds. What the fuck had they to be so. If you have any personal fetishes or ideas you'd like to see in print, please feel free to share them.It was signed, not Oliver, but apparently his real name: Mark.My pussy was so damp! I went and locked the door and lay on my bed.I had on sweats, with nothing on underneath. I began to feel my body through them, my small but firm breasts (I'm an A cup), down over my flat stomach to my crotch. I spread my legs, imagining Mark had tied them to the bed and I was helpless to close them, and slid my. I have to do my best not to come, especially now my friend is licking balls and has started to go down on my asshole as well. So my girlfriend is still sucking my dick, that's getting harder and harder and my friend is licking... Oh no... he puts a finger in my ass. 'What are you doing?' He smiles and keeps on going. 'Oh my god, that's great.' He spits on my ass and puts another one in. 'I'm going to prepare you'. 'Prepare me for what?' 'For me', he smiles.My girlfriend, by now soaking wet,. Still, I worry about them. I’m not sure why I chose them as friends but I have.”“They’re rich, pretty and you could easily dominate them,” Phil said. He thought that explained it pretty well but Hailey pulled back and looked at him incredulously.“What do you mean by that?” she asked angrily.“I thought it was pretty self-explanatory,” Phil said. “I remember Tiffany and Chelsea from orientation. Tiffany’s family is wealthy and Chelsea’s dad is mayor of Stockton. I’m not sure about the other two..