I met no one one the road, coming or going the rest of the day, but early the next morning I overtook three wagons loaded with wooden barrel of variou... sizes. The three wagons were accompanied by a six man crew of guards. Each wagon had a driver and a passenger. The entire group look well-traveled."Well met, traveler," the older and more seasoned of the riders greeted me with as I came up to him at the rear of the wagons."Well met," I returned, watching his eyes rest for a moment on my sword. We were home alone, and I felt like the Twink in me was ready to explode, so many things were going through my head. He was in my brothers room sitting on the bed, which is right in front of the restroom. So i decided to shower, and walk into the room naked and into the restroom. I'm latino, cute and slim, with a voluptuous ass/body so I knew he would look and like what he saw. God blessed me with the an ass made for a bitch, so I walked past him provocatively and left the door open, in plain. .We left the club and headed to the alleyway round back. It was very dark and I felt I bit nervous being alone with these two guys, thoughts running through my head like being beaten and left there!! When we arrived at the back of the alley Matt forced me against the wall pushing me down to their waist level. They both undid their jeans and got their hard cocks out in front of my face, taking it in turns to fuck my willing mouth. Their cocks tasted so good as they forced them down my throat. ”“oh, shut up, bitch!” he interrupted. She did so, abruptly. He was not holding on to the chain, but she had kept her hands behind her head. Two butter-greased finger went into her rear, in stead of the two lubricated by cunt-juice. It felt cold. “The Swiss collector asked me to test your...will to co-operate, bitch...”Mr Bergman moved around the table, stepping in the milk on the floor while opening his pants. She could not believe that, not the nice Mr. Muschi from Zurich!“Suck it, bitch..”He.