You will go through pain you cannot imagine. Even if you behave I may still hurt you. I enjoy it. Mehmet and Hasan will enjoy it. They are Turkish. Th...y hate Western women. You will call me mistress and them your masters. Welcome to Schweinberg Castle.? ----------------------------------- There was a moment of silence as Greta allowed the girls to take in what had been said to them. Olivia’s head was swimming, and not just from the night. Immediately I noticed that she was breathing deeply, so at first I thought she was sleeping. Even though the cabin lights were still off, there was enough light to see, and after a minute or two I could clearly see her left arm/shoulder moving rhythmically, since there was a small gap where the gray blanket didn’t cover her white shirt. Moving down I could see the blanket “bumping” up and down between her legs where her left hand was placed on her pussy! Because I knew she had a pencil skirt on. “Yes, that is exactly what is needed,” Veronica says back.Samuel grins and stands up to step onto the lower bench. He turns around and squats down above Veronica. Her pussy is on display before him in all its glistening glory. She grabs his cock and lowers his balls right onto her luscious, glistening lips. Samuel bends forward and runs his lips and fingers up over her dripping pussy. He licks and tastes her pussy as he runs his tongue and lips all over her wet hot pussy. She tastes incredibly. All to herself. Inside there was a huge queen-sized bed, a dresser, and the door that led to the bathroom the two bedrooms shared.The instant we closed the door behind us I tackled her onto the bed. I pinned her down and started kissing her all over. At first, she was squeaking and squealing as she tried to wrestle her way out from under me, but once the kissing and touching started, those squeaks and squeals turned to moans and heavy sighs. She was absolutely delicious, but she tasted of salt.