I could also see her nipples pressing through the material of her blouse. Her foot turned back and forth in my lap, rubbing my stiffening cock through...my pants. I spoke quietly when I said, "You give a pretty good massage with your foot too." That made her giggle, and she rubbed my cock a little more aggressively. I looked around the cabin to see if we were drawing attention, but it was dark and quiet. It seemed as if everyone was asleep. Emboldened, I slid my hand up under her skirt, rubbing. A good chunk of the night seemingly passed quickly, with the group of us hanging out and enjoying the sight of our friend in a state of semi-nakedness, and had it just stayed that way it would have been a fun night. Instead, at some point we looked over at the couch to find Anne making out with one of our buddies. A bunch of us gathered around and made a big deal like immature guys do, but she was totally into it and didn’t seem to care. Then our buddy, to much hooting and hollering, drops his. We had gone to sleep soon after, and woken feeling particularly groggy. I had been worse hit, feeling a little sick the next day. But before that we had never eaten and gone straight to bed, so I decided it was unlikely he had drugged us before then. Was he only interested in Claire? I briefly wondered, hopefully, if he was interested in me in the same way. But no. I was the "cute" one of our little trio. Claire was the tall, slender pale blonde with the enormous E cup breasts who walked around. . . “What if you built them over the bed in my basement?”“That might work,” I admitted reluctantly, knowing full well that the more comfortable I made myself, the longer I’d likely spend locked up down there. “Good . . . build them.”### The BuildThe design was simple, and dated all the way back to medieval times. Two wide boards hinged together so they open and closed like the mouth of a wooden alligator. While closed, three large holes are cut along the center line: one big in the middle for.