Amber is quickly tied next to me. I feel the tuck move as Pete gets out of the truck. We lay there next to each other. I feel Amber touching me. I hea... her moans and the muffing sounds she is making in the gag. I start to do the same. I stop moving for a minute while someone walks past the truck. I hear Pete get back into the truck. "I see you ladies haven't left yet." He laughs an evil laugh. As if Amber and I had any choice on the matter of leaving. I hear the truck start. Where is he taking. Staring back at mewas Cassandra. He body anyway. I ran a pale skinned hand through my redhair, seeing it rise and fall in the mirror to the sides of my palefreckled face. I reached up and cupped my perfect almost gravity defyingbreasts, holding them in my hands, lifting them slightly. I released myhand from my right breast, watching it fall slightly in the mirror andlooked down and I moved my hand toward my crotch. No cock there. Only aslightly used, still slightly damp cunt. I probed the folds. A red, lace-trimmed push-up bra held her breasts high and tight, and the cut of her black tank top showed generous cleavage, exposing just enough of the red trim to catch the eye. Her long, dark hair had been washed and conditioned to a flowing gloss and she wore it loose and straight, letting it flow over her shoulders. She'd even managed to find out the exact shade of colour Lady Diavolina used for her highlights and dyed her own to match. She had powdered all of her exposed flesh, making. His dark hands took my own hand’s place. He squeezed my tits. I shuddered, loving the way his dark fingers massaged my boobs. He gave them both a good squeeze, causing my milk to squirt out and splash his chest. The little droplets soaked into his dark-green t-shirt, a bit of cream beading on the printed logo.“Damn, you’re just a squirter.”I blushed, knowing what he meant. I wasn’t that much of a virgin. “Well, you just make me wet.”His eyes flicked down to my crotch. “Abigail, I bet you.