He finally managed to get up my nylons and in his rage dragged me to the place where he was fishing leaving my t-shirt and hoodie back in the forest....hen he realized one of his fishing rods was gone. A large fish probably bit and dragged it into the water. He was really angry now and wanted revenge. He led me to a tree and made me hug it. On the other side he tied my arms with a piece of a rope. I could feel the wet moss and tree bark pressing against my tits, nipples, and skin.He then lowered. It was as though whoever was in charge of the place could not tolerate untidiness or unclean equipment.For the next ten minutes they kept on walking straight ahead until they came to the far wall of the room. They found another open door leading to a brightly lit hall. At the end of the hall was a circular room and in the centre stood a four- foot high table that reminded Vincent of a small circular stage rather than a table.As soon as they entered into the room, the light intensity diminished. “But the biggest reason I’d do it would be to watch Carole licking my cum out of Mary”. “In fact I’d like to see them have some les action as well”.Neither activity happened there and then, but the conversation had opened up more possibilities.After they left Carole and I discussed their stay in some detail and, without asking for it, was given permission to plant my seed for Carole’s ‘tongued’ extraction. Carole also suggested she and Mary could have some fun in and out of the hot-tub.The. "Your wife's back in town," Harry says. I hope that neither of them notice that the sofa is wet behind my head. I put the empty shot glass down. "She paid me a visit," he continues and points at his purple face.I don't correct Harry that she's not my wife. How did he recognize her? I died before I could tell him that she'd changed.Slimy speaks up. He tells me that he's looking for a man only known as the collector. The man I'd shot was a protege of the collector. I already know that. I didn't.