.. arms pulled behind the chair. Leather thongs around wrists, drawing her shoulders back and thrusting her breasts forward toward Him and the fire. H...r lips were already curled in pain and the welts were red and raised on her inner thighs. Knees had been pulled open and tied to chairs on either side and were spread wide. Her fleshy pink lips already gleaming from the dew that wept from within, and each crack of the strap summoned still more, until the droplets clung to the smooth lips and. What are those?” I shot back.We both laughed. He sat up and positioned me on all fours.“Where’s the lube?”“I think I’m wet enough.”“Where’s the lube?!” Clint said sternly while grabbing the scruff of my neck.“It’s in the drawer.”Clint poured some lube onto my asshole and wasted no time pushing into me. The entry was clumsy enough that it probably would have hurt quite a bit had I not been so drunk.Clint was not gentle. I felt like a dog in heat being mounted by a more powerful dog. At one. No. Not. Gonna. Happen!” She wanted me to do it so bad, I asked her, “You going again?”“No, I think once was enough.” Too bad, I enjoyed that climb up the bank with those people watching.She slipped her cover-up back over her head. “Are we going on up to the upper lake?” she asked me.We decided that yes, we would, so we loaded the kids and dogs. On this road, we didn’t make them fasten their car seats since it’s fairly level and the top speed is about three or four mph. Unfortunately, just a. Most of them were gangbangers, drug pushers and rapists that had often killed others. They were predators that preyed on the innocent and Amy was a predator that preyed on them. Sam was at the beginning, revolted by the blood and gore but at the same time drawn like a moth to flames. She started to find herself drawn to it and closely watching from safety. Sam was becoming less and less the shy woman, Amy had first met and saved from Charlie.Sam had just finished eating with Amy, watching her.