. show us all what a whore you are..." said the one with the gun.That was it, Linda knew. That was what the men wanted. They wanted to see her degrade...herself... to have to play the part of the whore in front of her family. Well if that was the only way to survive, then that's what she'd do. Linda would be a whore now for these men and worry about the consequences later, when they were safe.Linda reached out and took her son's head in both hands. She looked up at her captors. "Eat me..." she. She gave me flirty smile, I was scared at first but then I smiled too.A few days later Angela informed us that there is annual workshop coming Saturday and post workshop dinner will be served. It was my first ever workshop. I didn’t know there will be liquor. I had 3 pegs of scotch. Throughout the party I was watching Angela she was wearing a tight skirt and a shirt. She was damn sexy. Her clothes were revealing her sexy body. After the workshop, I was already 3 pegs down and reasonably high.. Then the third orgasm crested when he spurted the first semen her cunt had ever felt.Having a real man up close and personal was so MUCH better than she had imagined. Having skin on skin on the outside and the inside of her body was incredibly pleasurable. She wanted so badly to spend the night doing this wonderful stuff over and over but her parents were expecting her. She kissed him goodnight with a new perspective on the world.They fucked every day when he came home from work. It was the joy. It is in a remote area of Arkansas, on the border with Missouri. It borders on a very large lake that has almost one thousand miles of shoreline. My property is on the north side of the lake, but I am still in Arkansas.I am about seven miles from the Missouri line. They can't run electric lines across the lake, or mail. So all of my services come from Missouri.The land I bought covers an entire peninsula, or point as they say down here, on the lake. It is a little over 600 acres, but land was.