Now I rejoiced. I could make my way around the housethrough the sheltering shrubbery and, with any luck, get back inside.Even if the house was locked,...at least I'd be on the other side, awayfrom the tree-trimmers.Crouching down, I began working my way along the wall. It proved to betrickier than I'd thought. In a couple of spots, the bushes were a bitthin and I had to hurry to avoid being seen. Of course, the tinyslippers were totally unsuited to running and first one, then the other,slipped. The harder they fuck you the harder you cum.You are screaming: “Fuck yes!” Telling everyone you will be a good girl; you will do what they tell you to do. You tell them you will show them what a good whore you are. Just then, another man stands in front of you. You see his hard cock and you recognize it. You look up at me as I shove my cock deep. I tell you what a beautiful whore you are. o You take him all with the first stroke.“Oh god. Give it to me. What a good little slut I've been for your. She was a totally different woman to the "insecure" Barb that I was talking to earlier on the sand. I wanted to grab her breasts and as I tried, tied as they were, she pushed them away saying "You can touch me only when I want you too. You are our captive and will do as you are told". And with that continued fucking me, caressing her breasts herself, rubbing her clit with her fingers and warning me not to cum. It wasn't long before Barb was having one orgasm after another and I was breathing. I’d would have also figured that at least three-quarters of an hour had passed. Sam gave me a quick kiss and then said, “Let’s go home, Tammy. I want to fuck you.” My mind was somewhere else. Nothing phased me. I made it out of the unfinished house and down the dirt and stone driveway only being mostly supported by Sam. And even when we got to the fairly-smooth road, I leaned on him. I sort-of felt wobbly, like my coordination was a bit off. But for whatever reason, I simply.