“I have to. Mmmmm...amazing. You're gonna get us in trouble, you know that? Look at Amber."The duo's ruby eyes assessed their voyeur carefully, and ...aius softened his edge. "You're pretty as hell. Hang tight."Amber tried to stand but strength failed her. “Get bent back over so I can pull that sexy hair and hear you scream,” Caius groans happily, rather pleased that his hardness can reach her innermost spot because Marishka is so wet. She’s so obedient that his soul almost weeps, and Amber is. She was wearing a dark blue bikini top, the straps of which hung down over her taut stomach and unfeasibly tight denim shorts. This was most certainly not an outfit that would be approved by her traditionally minded parents, but my eyes eagerly welcomed the view. They paddled, giggling and splashing childishly, as I watched. Although the river was teeming with teenage Thai girls, my eyes were magnetically drawn to May’s slender, nubile body. Her breasts barely bounced when she chased her. I hoped that my mistress Nancy was counting so that she could give me a count later to see who got more fucks. Oh yeah, I was in competition now. I wanted to be known as the marathoner of sexual slavery (Male concept). After a while, don’t necessarily know the exact time, that show ended and the audience yelled to Gaby and Nancy for their slave, me. So they unsnapped my clothing, disconnected my chains from my collar, took me up to the stage and connected all the chains to the pummel horse and. .Present – Samantha – At the truck stopWe are thoroughly fucked! Stacy somehow escaped and alerted the truckers to who we are and what we're doing and now we're the prisoners. She grins at me and says, "So bitch, how..."She never gets to finish because Emanuel drives up in the van, the team boils out and the next thing I know Frank has me in his lap and we are rolling away like crazy as bullets are flying everywhere.Then something totally shocking happens...Present – Stacy – At the truck.