They were all incensed at her effrontery to smoke cigarettes and to make the guard's life more difficult by not adhering to the camp rules. The ruling...was swift and brought a shout of laughter to the assembled men."Prisoner 304 of Camp Eighteen has been found guilty of camp rule seven. She will be stripped and beaten by each and every guard of the camp without drawing blood or breaking of bone. Any man of the camp who wishes to avail himself of her feminine temptations is free to do so while. It scared me, and I wondered what else was floating around in that head of hers, realizing now why Racy Ray was her name on Myspace.“First off, that’s none of your business,” still trying to work my way from under her. “Even if that were true, I don’t think that Brie would be very happy if she saw you doing this on top of me.” Trying sincerely now to slide her off and get out of the awkward situation.“Oh really, denying it to the bitter end? I don’t think that Brianna would mind, would you. What’s he up to?He moved back to Tim’s cock, and then I saw it, he was lubing up his hands. This could get interesting. I saw Fred’s right hand move up between Tim’s legs, followed by a grunt from Tim. The hoover is back on me, and I could feel Fred’s left hand move up to my ass. A finger finds its way in, and straight to massaging the prostate it goes. I now understand Tim’s last grunt. Fred knows his way around ass holes with his dick and fingers!From here on out Fred alternated his blow job. " He reaches in and lifts them from their snug cups, yanks aside the shoulder straps, then fumbles with the back hook. And fumbles. And fumbles.Sheesh, you'd think a guy who can catch a snap and hurl a hail-Mary like the next Doug Flutie would find a hook-and-eye a cinch. I reach behind and it pops loose in an instant, ricocheting off his forearms and onto the floor. He pushes us onto the bed and mouths my nipples like a demented seal pup while his hand shoves inside the front of my jeans."Take.