The damned thing moved.I quickly set it on the middle seat of the canoe and instantly regretted not throwing it as far as I could. Too late now. The t...ing writhed and stretched, like a man waking from a deep sleep. Thoughts of running away or hiding on the other side of the tiny island flashed through my mind, but escape didn’t seem possible. I sat, scared shitless, as the thing shifted and grew into a short, powerfully built man with long black hair. He wore nothing but red and gold tattoos. There were posters on the wall, including ones of Xena and Willow, but also including a huge 30x20 photo of a horse, and another similar sized photo of Susan and Elaine together with Laney's head resting on Susan's shoulder."Just clear the toys out of the chair, Denise. We've got far too many bunnies — we both like them," said Elaine."I remember you always did," replied Denise, "I assume that's Susan's horse?" Yes, Patrick. I swear somedays I think she loves him more than me!" Elaine said,. With his fingers, he spread my pussy lips wide so Derek and Chelsea could see his tongue action on me. They were so close I could feel their warm breath hitting my thigh. Curtis licked my cunt, pressing his tongue tip into my urethra and then sliding up to my clit. He licked around my clit then pressed his lips over my clit and sucked me hard. I moaned because it felt so good. Derek was watching what Curtis did and then he would look at me to see how I was reacting. I was really becoming wet. In one brief moment, she has managed to steal their animal frenzy… broken their blood high, today’s pleasure lost. She is caught and roughhoused back. Women scratching her flesh, men squeezing her hard. A hand crashes into the side of her face and she stumbles… falls. As a mass of feet and circle about her body, her soul dives inward: a fragile bird retreating to the safety within. Darkness overcomes her… * * * * * Sore eyes flutter… she is aware of cool silk lying over her, under her. A soft.