He was a hamsome man and, what a lovely well hung member he had, not to mention his balls.I bent down as if to sort my sandle so as he walked towards ...e he could see my breasts.I heard him get close and i looked up,he was fixed on my left breast which hung out of my robe.I just tucked it in and said "Morning".He chatted for a while and he asked if Dylan and i would like to come over for a drink,my pussy was wet by the thought of maybe having him some how.Back at our caravan i was so excited of. I thought the fake blood-stains on my inside thighs a particularly good touch." Horton!" I wailed, with as much anguish as I could summon."What have you done to her!" he shouted, jumping to his feet.He was shoved roughly back into his seat and Martin put his hand round my throat to choke me. He kissed me violently on the lips, then pushed me toward Richard, who first slapped me, then forced me to the floor before him. He opened his pants and brought out his dick."Suck me, Bitch!" he ordered,. Joan was wearing a glittery T shirt with no sleeves, with a gaping hole at her underarms and a billowy very short skirt. As usual, she wore no underwear. We got drinks and chatted with some of the other people there. Joan flirted with every man we met. The band switched to dance music. Joan and I got up for a slow song. We held each other tightly and I could feel some excitement building in Joan. A man who introduced himself as Jack, asked Joan to dance. Joan leaned into him and pressed her. I’ll make no pass at you tonight… or ever.’ ‘What do you want, then?’ He reached up and put a finger on my chin, turning my face toward him. He looked as if he intended to kiss me. My lips parted to complain, and then froze in that position as he said: ‘Look at me and relax, now. Relax. Just relax for me.’ And in my peripheral vision, I saw his other hand rise, his fingers poised. ‘No!’ I managed to moan. But then… SNAP! A wave of immense weariness crashed down on me. My eyes closed, and I.