I called my new friend and told him it would be this weekend and asked what day was better Friday evening, Saturday day or Saturday night .He said it ...ould be better Saturday day no one would be looking for him and he could still go out in the evening If he wanted too, then he asked if he could take pictures too I told him, as long as my wife’s face are not in the pic it would be ok I could take the pictures while they are fucking .Then I remembered she is blind folded you can’t really make. Some... some men... sneaked into my room. I didn't know them. They held me down."Hemmings looked horrified. "You mean, you were raped?"Desirée hesitated, then nodded. "I tried to resist at first, but then... but then... I liked... I liked it. It felt good." Her eyes turned up to meet his and she found them gentle and caring."Was that the first time, Desirée?" he asked quietly.She shook her head slowly. "No, I've done it before. Mark and I are in love."Hemmings knew he should let. "You like my big hard cock fucking your ass don't you". "Yes". "Tell me you like it and where you like it". "I like your big hard cock fucking my ass". He continued fucking me with hard deep strokes of his cock ramming it in all the way to his balls with each thrust then pulling all but the tip of his cock out before slamming it in again. "Beg me to fuck you harder bitch. Tell me what a slut you are and how you want me to pump your fucking slut ass full of my hot cum". I begged him to. Tara put her arm through mine and said, "Dad, she asked me to save her Kate's Cabin for Christmas and New Years. I guess we passed inspection." Do you think she'd like a stuffed fish for a Christmas Gift?" I asked.That comment got me another punch in the arm. "Damn these women could punch," I thought.My cell phone went off a couple of days later, "Your family is all I've heard about since she got back," was all the laughing voice on the other end said before disconnecting.I began to worry about.