Chests heave softly in sleep, bodies move in unison, soft moans of pleasure escape unknown. Our dancing hastens, mist swirls around us, hiding, expos...ng, in perfect harmony, neither dominant, neither submissive, arching, bending, accepting. Bodies writhe in the mist. Her moans of pleasure match mine. Mine match hers. She surrounds me, engulfing me in her wetness, drawing me into her, becoming one. Her fingers trace lines of passion down my back. We roll in the mist boiling and flowing with it.. . come have dinner with me tonight ... and stay and watch a movie so we can have some dessert" I suggested."Really..." she responded "I would love that ... but I want to help too"."OK ... you can help me".We worked well together preparing the meal, chatting all the time. It was surprising how much a sixty year old and a nineteen year old could find to talk about in common. We enjoyed the meal, and whilst I was cleaning up Tanya went to my DVD collection to find a movie to watch.I was surprised. ”“Sorry Pat. Sorry I fucked up your night, but all of a sudden, I got a serious case of the creeps, that guy’s eyes went completely flat and he just stared at me like I was prey. I could read his thoughts, what he intended to do, I wouldn’t have lasted a half-hour alone with him, I had to go, thanks for being there.”“Glad I could be there.”Misha leaned back on the seat, turned her head to me, “Did you have a room, or a backseat lined up?”“A room.”She sat up, looked into the passing street. Then I felt them penetrating my pussy and ass with their hard penis’s which I must admit felt well at first. I have no idea how many men penetrated me that time but I was getting sore and started feeling some discomfort being suspended like I was. Finally one of the guys said “Time to let her down! And put her on the barrel.I had no idea what they were talking about putting me on the barrel. But I found out real quick. I now know what they mean by “being put over a barrel!” They put a long rope.