What would it be like to know that all you really needed was what you already held in your arms? There had been a time when she'd thought she'd known ...he answer to that. Now she wasn't so sure.There was a hiss of steam as the cold water found a hot spot and she looked up and into the green eyes of the fireman who stood in front of her. The air had turned cold and she was drenched from the earlier blasts, but she felt the heat of his gaze warm her in places that didn't show. That realization. “Do you like a dick being forced into you? What do you say slave?”She didn’t respond, so I slammed extra hard into her. It seemed to wake her from her numbness. She looked at me in the eyes. “You like that don’t you. Just laying there and being forced to take a fucking. How bout I do this for the next six years? Bring in my friends and let them fuck you to?”I saw a tear roll down her face. “How do you like to be on the receiving end?” I slammed into her as hard as I could everytime now. “Say?. ”“Down there, almost directly below us,” Sam pointed downwards into the ampitheatre, “She saw a group of about sixteen or eighteen young guys and girls (all about your age – in their early to late twenty’s) sitting in groups, playing cards and drinking plenty of wine. Probably helping some of them lose some inhibitions” Samantha suggested.“The card games progressed to strip poker which led on to other activities amongst this group,” Sam continued, “Being a little bit younger then, (almost. We were walking down this narrow path holding hands and I could feel the breeze over my body, god I felt so alive. My whole body was tingling, my hairs standing on end and I walked behind Lisa. She seemed to know where she was going as I watched her ass as she walked. Looking at her legs, her feet, her toes, my god I was feeling the same way about her as she had said to me. I could feel my sex starting up again. My clit starting to stick out of my engorged lips. The breeze hitting it as I.