They hustled right over to the imaginary line and stood expectantly. I swear their cocks were engorging as we watched, bowing outward, straining at th... leather thongs that held them. Kamita issued another command, short and abrupt, a word I did not know, though its meaning became immediately clear. The male slaves went down on their knees and undid the leather thongs holding their cocks. They leaned back, placing their hands on their ankles, resting on their elbows, and thrusting their hips up. The girls wander around, struggling in vain to find suitable fire wood."Let's go back! My legs itch! I'm cold!"Dropping her sticks carefully, Jan glares at her, "Well maybe you shouldn't have worn that stupid skimpy skirt! Don't you understand what camping is like?!" Trudy, a ditzy senior, chose to wear a short jean-skirt that just barely reached her mid thigh. With it, she wore a tight fitting black tank top (though she did bring a jacket). Jandice was wrapped in form fitting jeans and a thick. I hope you like it. Send your views to me at you can also check my Google plus account at https://plus.google.com/u/0/104524901861674936092My brother Sunny had sent his resume all over the country. He had his degree and was eager to get on with his life but I was still in college and immersed in my own worries. I worked in the Dean’s office, and was working for my Bachelor’s degree in Psychology though I knew Sunny would leave me sooner or later; it still seemed like a shock to hear him say. I hate it when assholes push people because they think they won't be held accountable. The old man may have been the fucking Mayor, but I didn't like him or his motel. It was starting to look like this was a shithole motel in a shithole town and the problem with shitholes are that they are usually full of turds.It was nearly an hour later when I was washed, shaved and generally in a better mood before the knock on the door," Who is it?" Police! Open up! Right now!" came back through the.