Needless to say my curiosity as well as my cock were raised!! We headed out for the border and made it across no problems and headed to the ocean at 1...0 mph most of the way. V had mentioned the name of the motel and I had been working, living and playing there many years but did not recognize the name she mentioned?? Turns out I knew the place, Via Grenada that was built by the Madam of Penasco Luisa Lourdes and the strip joints were under her influence while she was alive..more about these. "Please cum for me. Cum in my hand, Sir..." I begged him.All of a sudden he slipped the knife into his back pocket and reached his free hand around to slip it up under my sweater. My bra allowed him an easy access. I felt him pulling my boobs and soon he was pinching my nipples with his fingers.“You said just a simple hand job, Sir…” I complained.But he laughed quietly and again I felt the cold steel around my neck… Then I stood quiet as he fondled my boobs at will“Nice boobs, Ana… I bet you. " he glared.He started pumping his cock in my mouth in time to the guy behind me, Mike's, pumping of my pussy. Both came within a couple of minutes and got up. They didn't let me up though. I tried telling them that the game was over, that I wanted to go, tried to convince them that they should unchain me.Al woke up then and unlocked the chain from the fridge, then pulled me to my feet."Al!" I said. "Take this off me, will you. I have to get back to school." When we're ready, babe." he. She looked at Erin like something was really wrong.“Mother, my head hurts.”“Penelope Erin, you have only been eating ice cream. You have what we call brain freeze. Eat something warm and it will go away. How much ice cream have you had?”“I had six dishes.”“Yup, that’ll do it. Go and eat some warm sweet corn or baked beans.”Penelope walked off with her first taste of what a hang-over might be.“Paul? Why didn’t you tell them about eating too much ice cream?”“Erin, I could tell them until the cows.