“I’m just going to make your pussy wet.” Glen put his head between my legs and licks my pussy from the hole to my clit. I heart was beating fas...er than ever but his tongue on my pussy lips felt good. I put my hand on Glen’s head and guided him to my clit whiling letting out an exaggerated moan to motivate him to not ventured down to my hole. He was beginning to get into it and my moans began to become less and less fake. I felt his tongue slip into my pussy and I found myself becoming truly. He reached quickly to his left and it was my turn to be scared as I suddenly remembered he had a rifle. But instead of the gun, he grabbed his shirt and wadded it up in his lap to hide his dick and balls."What the fuck! Get out of here, asshole!" He yelled at me, converting his fear to aggression.I responded in kind. "No way, motherfucker. You're in my god damned campsite and you're drinking my god damned wine!"That deflated him a bit and after a second or two he stuttered, "Dude, man, I'm. The ambience was one of complete tranquility.“Welcome, Susan. We prepared the room just for you," Philipe said as he took my hand and led me to the table.“It looks and smells wonderful,” I replied.“May I help you with your robe?” Raul asked.The massage table was covered with a soft white cloth. It appeared thicker than before. A table of oils and lotions was nearby. Philipe and Raul were both shirtless but wore the same white linen pants that Philipe had worn before. I couldn’t see through them. The next round ripped through his chest and the agonized shrieking stopped. Shouts of anger arose behind her as Angelina scooped up the keys and frantically began to test the lock. Gun shots erupted. Wood splintered from the gate as ragged holes tore through above her head. On the fourth attempt the proper key slid easily home. The latch turned and the heavy gate slowly opened enough for Angelina to slip through. More shots punched through the wood, the hungry buzz of bullets shredding.