I could see the lace tops of my stockings shimmer in the moonlight as I walked, highlighting my toned legs. I heard something move behind me and I st...pped, looking quickly, and then kept powering forward. The adrenaline and the notion that I might be in danger was making my heart race and panties start to soak through as my thong became even more uncomfortable. I quickly stopped behind a bin, ducking down and reaching up between my legs, clasping my wet thong and pulling it down my legs. No. However she was conscious of another thing. She tried to deny it but as she wiggled in the chair trying to find a less painful position she was aware that her pussy was growing wetter by the minute. And from her position in the room she had an excellent view of herself in her mother's makeup mirror against the wall. She could see herself perfectly. The pose her father had put her in exposed her charms beautifully. She was unable to keep from seeing the effect that the ropes were having on her. It was only a 2×2 room only built to protect the machine from coyotes and other stray animals. It was very small and could only accommodate one person at a time and that was too very small to stay for more than 10 minutes. She went inside and checked what was wrong. It was nothing but a loose connection to the main circuit and she fixed it in a matter of minutes. when she was about to go out of the room she saw a giant lizard on the door and was scared out of her soul, what can I say that is. "Fuck him hard, I'm going to call Mac." Mark walked over to my phone as he spoke.(Who the fuck is Mac) there was no way I could take a third dick (he's grunting so loud) but there wasn't any way I thought I could take these guys either; and yet here I was with this fucker pounding his cock into my mouth. I could hear Mark on the phone behind Brad (who the fuck is he calling) and Brad just kept pushing more of his cock into my throat."Yeah, Brad's giving him a good face fucking right now," I.