I didn't have the energy to go on especially as it meant retracing my steps through the thorny scrub. Tiredness and depression overcame me and I close... my eyes and dozed for a while but was awoken by the 'Putt-putt' of a small motorboat engine. Standing up I waved and then wondered if I had done the right thing. In the boat a huge black man stood up too and I had visions of being raped again. For once I did the right thing. The man was JeanPaul or J'npeloe to give him his real name although no. Her pussy was dripping wet and juicy. I fucked her hard, my balls slapping against her cunt. As I fucked her from behind, my one hand kneeded and fingered her clit while the other grabbed and groped her tits. I moved my hand to her long hair and grabbed her hair and yanked her head back and placed my mouth close to her ear and whispered to her that she was a slut and needed to be fucked hard and that I had always wanted to fuck her. I instantly felt her get wilder and wetter, her hips gyrated. I do so and she puts handcuffs on them. Then she puts chains on my ankles and lock my legs together. A chain is locked on my handcuffs and ankle chains. This forces my my legs up. I am now totally helpless before her. She walks around the room I can hear her footsteps as she walks away or returns. She circles the table a few times. Sometimes she stops to stroke my naked back or lightly pat my rear end. Lee Lee whispers into my ear. In her lovely voice she tells me how handsome I am and tells me. Not intercourse or anything like it, but when my brother and I did things, it felt different, very different.As our experimentation in mutual masturbation progressed, I could tell by Eddie's reactions to what I was doing whether or not he liked it. I think that he could tell if what he was doing to me was right by my moans and groans.Sitting on the glider in the warm afternoon sun, I made up my mind. I was ready to take our relationship to the next level, at least sexually. I was going to give.