Stood behind me, and I heard him lower his jeans zipper. I heard him pulling his pants down and off, and then I heard him twist open a beer bottle. I ...as waiting for his cock to finally fill my cunt but instead I felt something cold. I quickly realized it was the beer he just opened. He was fucking me with the bottle. Only he was using a full beer, and kept lifting up the end as he shoved it inside me. He was pouring the whole beer deep inside my pussy. I could feel this rush of cold fluid fill. Finally, she worked the rope up my back tying it at the top. She pushed me face down on the bed, then produced that hateful cane from somewhere, and began beating my behind. She'd warned me that she would hit far harder than Pam, and she wasn't kidding. I was writhing in agony when she finally tossed the cane aside and picked up the Polaroid. For some reason, she took three photos instead of the usual two. Then she left me there for a while. On her return she ordered me over to the bedroom. As I continued sucking on her tits, my hand slipped down and began massaging her thigh, rubbing and kneading the inner muscles just above the knee. Slowly working it higher and higher up her leg and slipping under the hem of her dress.When my fingers first touched her panties I found them soaked with her moisture. I lightly traced the leg opening with my fingers eliciting a shudder from Anita. I went slowly to let her experience and grow accustomed to these first time sensations.From one finger. She looked around and stood up and stretched. The cool morning air felt great on her skin. She looked at the woodpile and saw that only a few pieces were left. She realized that Ron had been up several times during the night and had put more wood on the fire."Good morning," Ron said as he walked out of the woods, "Nice body."Brenda dove back into the shelter faster than she had last night and got in the sleeping bag. Ron came over to the shelter and brought a pair of jeans and a flannel.