We did not talk much, and when we came to a ferry someplace north of Bridgeport about sundown, I rented a room for her, and we stopped for the night. ...e ate in relative silence, but finally did exchange names. Hers was Julia.After we finished our meal and I got myself a pipe to suck on, we did talk a bit. Her husband had been a farmer and a part-time preacher and school teacher who had joined up after the British left Boston. She had come along with him since they had no children and were. "Sure this is OK?" drooled on man's voice.Maggie"If they tell you to stop, stop," Brad answers. "But they won't, they are just living out their fantasies aren't you ladies."Despite my horror and revolution, I find me head nodding yes. So that is what those instructions were about."Don't worry, as soon as you start, they will be groaning in pleasure. Now remember what I told you to do." Brad grabs two of the men, "You two each take a women at the table. You can use their cunts of their asshole. He slams the door open and we walk in. The minute he closes the door and locks it, he has me up against the nearest wall, his lips ravishing mine, while I run my hand through his hair.His hands trail down to my shorts, unbuttoning it and it fell lifelessly to the floor. He paves his hand over my shirt to cup my breasts, squeezing them before finally removing the shirt and tossing it aside.He undresses quickly and tosses aside my clothes. I moan has he starts sucking on my neck making a path. Almost as abruptly, he pulled his fingers out of me. He picked up a rather large and menacing butt plug, and methodically twisted it up into my waiting ass hole. It disappeared in an instant, with only the base plate showing beyond my slippery ass cheeks. I felt full, yet excited. My uncle sat down in front of his rocket launcher, which he had placed in front of my outstretched body. I watched him intently, as he fiddled with the top of his steel creation. My eyes almost popped out, as he.