I know I am a terrible slut, but one thing my parents taught me is to enjoy life. Enjoying life to me is fucking people. Vanessa is a sexy human being...worth fucking. To get her to want to fuck me, I must make her jealous, I thought by myself as I wolf down my breakfast. The others slowly woke to the sounds of birds chattering in the bush and a lion roaring in the distance. I’ve put their breakfasts next to their sleeping bags as a gesture of my good intentions. I don’t want them ganging up on. Y exams we again were studying together for accounts at my place and luckily my parents had gone out to attend a wedding function in Mumbai(I stay in Pune) for a couple of days. She came at around 3pm wearing light green top and a black jeans and the lace of her bra being visible through her top. We chatted as usual for sometime sat for studies and there was a power cut after an hour and the A.C got shut. Being summers the temperature was unbearable. She requested to do something to get rid off. She opened her mouth to shout something at him, but only a scream ripped from her throat as her foot met the steep incline of the hill, instead of the flat path. Her lithe, athletic body lurched left suddenly as she unintentionally hurled herself down the leaf-covered hillside. Lesley's next moments flashed in and out as her body was pummeled by the terrain as she bounced down the small valley. Finally, she found herself at the bottom of the valley, face up and with the wind knocked out. From our half we could not see the woman restrained in the other half. The equipment was similar to what I had seen in bondage photos; an overhead winched cable, a wooden pillory device, along with various bondage implements such as floggers and cuffs.Dennis was made to kneel on a pillow, with his legs put into the holes of the wooden stock to his rear. His wrists, cuffed in the rear, were connected to the stock in such a manner that he was forced to remain kneeling, unable to move in any.