Kat's face arrived shining like the sun after an eclipse, smiling, tongue licking her lips. Bridget collapsed on me, her arms coiled in around my side... and holding my shoulder blades for dear life.Charlotte commanded in the most liquid gold voice she could, "hold her ladies," and I felt something hard and long vibrating against my perineum... my whole body curled this time, truly spread eagle.Katrina attacked my pearl and Charlotte was thrusting her fingers in a frenzy, a moaning blur. Bridget. The place was also quite dark with dim lighting and no windows. At least they didn’t have moisture dripping from the ceiling!The place was packed and everyone was anticipating the band. Kelly had worn her standard college uniform of ragged and patched ultra-low-rise bell-bottom jeans (back then we called them hairline pants) and a flannel shirt. Shortly before the band was to start she made a trip to the restroom. There, she unbuttoned her shirt and tied it in a tight knot up high, just below. The feeling is hard todescribe. It's a mixture of slight pain but more pleasure. I can feelher go deep in me. My ass relaxes too letting her slip in and outeasier. My mind seems to drift off as she pounds away. She finally pullsmy hips to hers and et's go of her spunk deep inside me. She lows a fewmore times and it's over. She let's her cock soften inside me and thenlets it slip out. Oh my god. That was unbelievable. I'm panting fromexhaustion. Why did it feel so good?Madam leaves me chained up. Goodman Durthwight – as Yren knew him – was a lumberman; falling trees were a miniscule but real occupational hazard. The man had been out on a Firstday, marking trees for cutting – a good lumberman knew not to take too much from the forest lest there be no trees in the future – when a deadfall he’d marked decided to give way before he could cut it. Another lumberman, Goodwoman Masick, had found him the following day.Yren had no idea why Goodwoman Durthwight was here. When he’d been forced to.