She wiggled around in the seat trying to get into a comfortable position. "Lay the seat way back and lay down, then buckle your belt" I instructed. Sh... did and was safely buckled, just not real comfortable. As we bounced down the dirt road to the ranch, the ride became more and more unbearable for her. She would moan with every bump and bounce. I tried to miss the bumps as best as I could, but I was enjoying her discomfort and the pain/pleasure she felt at having her toy stuff her asshole to. Honey didn't seem to take any notice. All Honey wanted in Erin's dream was to be fucked by Honey keep on being fucked. Honey cumming into her and not stopping but going in her. One load of her seed didn't soften her. In fact, in Erin's dreams at night, Honey put load after load into her pussy. There was no end to it until her eyes opened and found her self at Rick's side with his morning's erection.She often woke him up so he could fuck her. So horny she got from those dreams, she needed. Only the instinct to serve and please. Whatever focus he managed was on his pain, and the pleasure of the men inside him. His balls were being squeezed, his neck was being bitten, his ass and throat were being relentlessly fucked, and yet, it all seemed right. His efforts were directed to only two things. Providing maximum pleasure to the cocks violating his throat and ass, and maintaining eye contact with the powerful being he knelt before. The eighteen year old blonde had entered a state of. They told Carson to get lost, he couldn't hang out while I celebrated, he could wish me happy birthday and have cake after they all left. He was fine with that, he had no wish to be in a house full of 'mindless twats' as he told our dad.It is said that revenge that slowly simmers and grows over time is so much sweeter than a quick thrust of retaliation. I expected Carson to pop off on me because of how I set him up with Zelda, but he didn't. Gradually as the weeks passed, I began to relax. I.