He slid one finger in, probing me, followed by a second, and then a third. I winced at some pain, but I also started to moan into my gag. 'I think you...re just about ready.' I saw his hand reach into the pack again out of the corner of my eye before he said 'Look behind you, to your left, slut'. I obeyed, looking back as far as my position would allow, and I gasped into my gag. I could see three truckers at the edge of the clearing, rubbing their tented pants as they watched the show we were. Il give you a massage he said.I went to his bedroom and he told me to lay down.He massaged my back while i made small talk with myself as he didn't answer anything.I looked over at his bedside cabinet and saw a condom and lube..I got a bit exited to be honest.He used his knees to open my legs as he went from my back to my legsHe didn't stay there long, which was a shame as it was lovely.I felt the cheeks of my bum being parted and my hole being fingered again.He did this for about 10 minutes. He had won it almost six months before but it had taken him and Colin all that time to ease her into it. The wait had not only been worth it, it had made it even sweeter.Eric smiled to himself as she exploded around his forceful mouth. He loved winning bets. He did so almost on a monthly basis. Not once did he ever wager that he wasn't for sure that he was a winner. And the prizes were always the same.A young, nubile wife. There had been many. The silly people there thought it was ten. It was. Dave Price a local professional photographer runs regular 'Intro to Photography' courses photographing the wrecks and I booked a place on a course for the first day of our holiday. Beryl asked what type of camera I had and I told her I had a little pocket camera and she immediately offered me the use of the SLR camera on the shelf.When delivering the paper to Paul and Beryl's a few days before we were due to go on holiday I reminded Beryl of her offer of the use of their camera. Paul wasn't at.