I than take a shower looking at the clock constantly. Oh fuck, why does the hour seem to go slower them molasses when your anticipation something? I p...t on my lavender nightie and dab my favorite perfume in the right places. I sit on the bed wringing my hands, and wondering if I am doing the right thing.I then tell myself, "Go for it baby, too late to turn back now. Besides, you my dear need a good ole fashioned fucking!"A knock at the door startles me. I quickly light the candle in the. "This is a weird obstacle, but at least they stopped the clock. But why don't I have a number yet? Isn't this an obstacle fail?" she wondered to herself. Little did she realize that a man was approaching behind her with a vibrating wand in hand. Before enough noise hit to turn around, the vibrator was turned onto half speed and shoved between Karen's legs."What the fuck?!" she screeched as the vibrating toy went off between her legs. "Get away from me. I quit" she said, flailing her arms as her. I still couldn't open my eyes because of the oil and sweat but I was one happy girl.Junior said, "The clock is ticking bitch but we still have time for some cock worship. I'm going to lower you and remove the cuffs. Then I want you to get down on your hands and knees and be quick with it. Time is wasting."I weakly said, "Yes Sir."When I got down on my hands and knees on the stone floor Steven said, "There's a large puddle of cum in front of you. Put your face down on the floor and lick it up.. We retreated around a hundred meters, and held a whispered conference. “Why didn’t you approach those guys?”, she wondered. “It sounded as if they had things pretty organized, and we might have been able to get our water bottles refilled, and maybe not sleep outdoors this morning. They might have even had food to share!”I whispered a counterpoint. “Suppose that they thought I should not have my guns? Or, that, packed up like I am, I had some suspicious intent? Or, maybe, they are old fashioned.