‘Get out of here, Brian,’ Debbi said, trying to hustle the unwanted male out the door while stepping between him and Marla. ‘We want to be alone...’ But Brian would not be budged. He could see what was going on. His arrival had made no impact on Marla Baxter at all–she was totally ignoring him, stripping out of her underpants without a glance in his direction. That was not normal behavior. ‘You used my program!’ he accused Debbi. ‘What are you, a lesbian?’ She turned red. ‘Just get out, will. Instead of help I found quickly they were not going to be helpful at all. I began to feel hands through the bars, inspecting my body. One guy, a small man came up to my cage and said, "interesting, bend over slut". He proceeded to push his finger into my ass and I squealed loudly. He said "shut the fuck up bitch, you're going to have more than fingers there". I begin to beg him "please help me get out of here, my dad will pay you anything you want. He's very wealthy." That's when my. You were quickly on top of me tying my hands above my head. When my hands were firmly secured you kissed me again and began pulling my pants off. Within seconds of freeing my throbbing hard cock from its cloth prison you looked up at me and smiled that sexy evil grin. "I got something for our evening," that is when you pulled out a harness and a large strap-on, "but first we need to get that ass ready." and with that said you propped my legs up and poured some lube on your hand and began. After we set up the tent, she went inside to lay out our sleeping bags while I prepared a fire for supper. It was very quiet.I am told that before the Destruction there were many people but most died of the sickness that followed. We wanted to gather some volunteer wheat, but it was ripe yet. We had sufficient supplies to hold us but I wanted a bit more before crossing the mountains. I had heard that it could be dangerous even this late in summer. We talked about what we could expect of the.