Tied hand and foot to a saw horse in an old garage the men were laughing and screaming at her. Bubba the tool man had shot her with a high powered sta...le gun and now he was screwing her as hard as he could.The saw horse was moving around on the floor as Bubba pounded her harder and harder. There she hung on the wooden horse her body exposed, open for all to see, touch and use.Dats it, fuck her Bubba. Pound dat pussy. Hump her man. The guys joked and laughed. Stupid little Bitch. Like that. There Brett was, lying on his back, a blanket covering up to his chest. I pulled the blanket away slowly. Luckily for me all he was wearing was a pair of boxers. I pulled them down slightly, just enough to reveal his limp cock. I grabbed it in my right hand and slowly started stroking is cock as it began to grow. I wrapped my mouth around his semi-erect cock and slowly bobbed my head up and down until it became fully erect. It was then when I began to realize just how big it was, as it was at. We got undressed and settled on the massage tables, faces in the rests, looking out at the ocean. Andre and Cecelia came in. Andre was wearing a silk loincloth and we could see his prick moving around in it. Cecelia was wearing a long gauze dressing gown that fluttered open in the ocean breeze. She was naked under it. Andre walked over to Carol and said, "Hello. Are you ready to get started?" Carol said, "Yes." Cecelia looked at me, and I said, "I'm looking forward to it." She smiled. Andre. “Yes. Isn't this a lovely dream?”I nodded my head as we walked through a hall which rippled into a steamy garden. Green bushes adorned with bright flowers spread out before us. The babble of a fountain feeding a small broke dotted with lily pads. A grape arbor over our head, shielding us from the sun, the fat grapes budding, begging to be taken. The world rippled again and we walked through golden halls. Then a marbled palace. The desert sands. A beautiful oasis. Walls of silk, of muslin, of.