May was visibly shaking as Mr.Jay reached for her legs and pulled them up so her feet were now laying on one of his shoulders. She felt his fingers br...sh across her hips as he pulled her panties down her legs stopping only when he reached the rope binding her upper thighs together. May tried to push herself away as Mr.Jay placed his fingers at the tip of her pussy."Now we won't have any of that" Mr.Jay said as he pulled her closer with one hand and started to play with her clit with the other.. Carlo didn’t like it. He told her how dangerous it was for a girl to be by herself, how obsessive some guys can get, how crazy guys get when they confuse easy access to sex with being in love. He mentioned backpackers he knew who had been robbed at gunpoint, raped and beaten, lost for days.But statistically, Melinda figured, she was okay.“No more wandering off,” Carlo said to her one night at the hostel, standing over her bed while she was trying to sleep. She nodded but he didn’t leave. He was. . and that’s another thing ... plural tipis? Anyway ... the house on the north side of the drive looked nice. Glancing across the pasture, I noticed the fence ... white painted board fence ... and it just kept going north ... Circle K? Back to the tipis.“Karen?”“Hairy?”“What’s with the lodges?”“I’m a dealer.”Well ... I spluttered a minute ... dealer?I was getting ready for a full bore inquisition, when Karen parked and left us stranded.“Band practice,” she said.She walked over to the new house,. "Yes," Margo admitted. Her voice quavered on the word. "I thought so." She turned to look at me. "These are what Margo is most proud of," she said, reaching out to touch her breasts again. Her fingers lazily trailed across the upper curvature of Margo's tit, then dipped, and captured the ring that penetrated the nipple. She tugged at it, watching Margo's pain-filled reaction. "When she first came to me, she was ashamed of them. She walked hunched over, like she was trying to hide them..