As you begin to turn red, knowing you can't breathe, I ask you do you still want it. You nod yes, so I push your head down harder. Just when you think...you can't take it anymore I let you breathe; but not for long! I quickly flip you on to your back, head hanging off the edge of the bed, saying “don't you dare let that dildo come out”. You’re blindfolded, but I can sense the look of panic as you realize it was already slipping out. You quickly shove it back in fully, gasping and when you do, I. “Fuck yes this is great,” he said as he violated her. “I’ve needed someone to fuck since my wife won’t open her legs.The older man was struggling to pull Morgan’s clothes off since she wasn’t helping him so Mike went over and helped him remove her clothes. Mike went and got a camera to set up and when he returned the older man was fully naked.The older man laid Morgan on her back on the couch and pulled her legs a part. In one swift motion the man. Some time later I came to the conclusion that I had to move. I picked up my bow and quivers and started to walk to Seleucia. It rained that night and it fit my mood. The fire behind me had not gone out but perhaps the rain would help.It was not until the next day that I came upon a farm that I saw the first human. They saw that I was well armed but alone. They also must have seen that I was not going to hurt them because they let me into their home.Even before they asked my name one man said,. I loved the way I looked. “No, that isn’t a problem at all Lauren,” I guess it is just Minnesota modesty, I chuckled. Lauren told me more about the resort on the Georgia-Florida border. She described the camp, set along the St. Mary’s river, and it did sound like a beautiful location. The weekend was all about family and relaxation. The “Butt Roast” turned out to be a barbecue and “potluck” supper. It was the horse back riding that sold me. I love horses. As we crossed the border with Georgia.