A sense of inevitability came over me."Go ahead, you evil bitch." That's my princess!" Steven was used to getting his way and knewexactly how to get ...t. He held the gun to my earlobes and pop...pop wentanother bit of my masculinity. I felt the pendants swinging lightlyagainst my ears. Another reminder that Steven was moving me closer tothat fork in the road.In the meantime, the nail tech had been working on my feet. It feltwonderful. She did something called an exfoliation, then began. ’ He laughed when he said it, but I got the feeling he wasn’t k**ding. ‘I want you both for myself tonight’, Ruth said, ‘but maybe we’ll try that another time.’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from this elegant, refined woman, but in my hazy state it didn’t seem to bother me. We were all playing with ourselves by now…I was watching Ruth tickle her clit and slide a finger, then two, into her hairy pussy while pulling her long nipples with the other hand. Occasionally, I would glance at. Twisting her hair around in my hand, I take a firm grip of her hair and push her mouth down on my cock. When the head hits the back of her throat, I start pumping her head, repeatily forcing my cock down her throat. She is gagging over and over before I let up and pull her mouth off my cock. Jerking her head back, I grab my cock by the base and cock slap her face telling her, "you are going to be a good little slut and take this cock".I force her head down, taking my cock, making her gag, where. From the sounds of it ... so do the Brits.After the town of Orange Walk, the road became rather curvy, as if it were dodging obstructions. Indeed, we were driving through an area of many scattered lakes and ponds. We passed through Coroxalito and continued on. At Maskall we took a rest and switched drivers.Bumpy ... it's called bumpy ... after Maskall. All the way to Lucky Strike the road was pits and caverns, The triplets became ... unsettled."I wish we had brought April with us," Wendy.