‘Yes she is,’ Patrick mused. He broke from his trance. ‘Hey, buddy, picnic time.’They pursued her across the fields now that she had taken the...lead, both still sweating from exertion. She led them through the broad thickets of grass to the grove of vast oaks they both remembered so well, and in the trees’ dappled shade she flung out the quilt. Down a sloping grass bank beyond the grove was a broad natural pond, beloved by all three of them it seemed, its surface rippling lightly in the gentlest. "She'll make a very good price for us when we market her; she'll be a good obedient slave for some fat harem owner, best get her to the country despatch point as soon as it's dark and we can move her." Susie was now terrified and wet herself in the bag. She squirmed and her heart raced as the men grinned down at her, plugged her ears and then zipped her up, into the dark tight bag. Anna feigned a grin too, only to feel Blair's hand against the side of her face once more. She reeled over and. I could see his fingers now touching her pussy as he rubbed her upper thighs and bottom, she gave a little moan and opened her legs further. “Would you like to turn over?” he asked. Without answering she rolled over, revealing her lovely firm breasts and letting her towel fall to one side, he again oiled his hands, then starting with her shoulders, drew his hands gently over her breasts, lingering for a while and then down her tummy, he stopped at her pussy mound and worked his way back up. ’ ‘That doesn’t hurt,’ Jill nodded. She dug into the last of her French toast. ‘So why so shy, Jill? You’re cute and brilliant.’ ‘Later,’ she said with her mouth full. ‘That’s for morning,’ she added after she swallowed. The last word hardened my never quite soft cock. ‘So what else can you take me to that I can get enthused about through you?’ I asked during the two blocks walk to my apartment. ‘Ballet?’ ‘Okay. You got me there. I love the music, but like opera, it’s not enough to sustain my.