”“Is it true that Mr. Enoff is the one that rescued you?” a reporter asked.“That’s right. I wouldn’t have gotten away without him,” Anne...answered.“So how did you manage that feat with a creature that big?” another reporter asked.“Well, at that point Dickem is the one that gets the credit. We were all running scared, but Dickem and his balls of steel had the nerve to attack it with the gas bombs,” Jack replied.“So you’re the big hero, then,” a reporter said to Karl.“No, leave me out of it. Miss. “Stay put!” he snapped, “here comes the good bit”. Cock in hand, he guided the tip between her buttocks, nudging it into the puffy crevice of her cunt lips. I had moved myself back a little, so that I could view the proceedings without being in Alison’s line of sight. I still had not committed myself to joining the action. Riveted, I watched as the lips of Alison’s tight little snatch wrapped around Ron’s shaft, enveloping it inch by inch, until his balls nestled against her thighs. I could see. In addition, we have hidden cameras everywhere so we willsee everything that you are doing so please comply with our little gameand see it through until the end. We don't want to have any accidents.Finally, you will each find a cute little purse with your uniforms. Likeall women you are required to keep this with you at all times. Each ofyou may also find some other tool in your room---like the feather dusterby your purse---bring these with you to each room because you will needthem to perform. "Then do it!"Slowly, the attractive teenager unbuckled the wide leather belt, unbuttoned the pants and slid them down. As with the other female bikers, Sunny wore nothing underneath.Kimmie took one glance at the chain in Sunny's hand, opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She was crying again by the time her lips met Sunny's labia."That's it bitch, get it in deep. Oh, yeah! Come on suck it!"The biker grabbed Kimmie's ears and hair and pulled the young girl even harder into her nest. She began.