’ I went for broke: ‘I’d really love to stroke her beautiful bottom while she sucks you, and maybe give her a hand getting off. What do you two...think?’ She half-gasped, half-moaned in response, and Bob seemed genuinely torn between caution and lust-driven perversion. Perversion, aided by his wife’s mouth on his cock, began to get the upper hand. ‘You can’t fuck her, understand? I mean that!’ At that moment, any lingering regret about my aborted lawsuit vanished. ‘I understand completely!’ I. The kind of people you’d hang out with at a cookout. In fact, that’s where I’d met them. They were hikers. That’s how we’d started talking. I’d told them about the lakes I enjoyed walking to when the weather was good.“Never been. Sounds pretty,” he’d commented.“I’ll take you. Next weekend if you’d like.”“Sure.”We settled on the details and exchanged numbers. Just a simple little hike up one of my favourite trails. Or it should have been.As I said, they were good-looking and I had an entire week. A minute or so later I heard an animal scream and a cat growl. The scream was cut short and I supposed the hunter had found a suitable prey. The food web was still unbroken. I ran to the panel and palmed the switch quickly. The barricade appeared and I assumed we were safe again. Canon clutched me tightly, pressing her warm body into me. I lead her to the container with the mattresses. I usher her inside with her still clutching my side."Why nankatat not eat us? He always take us for food." She. A few minutes later I come out of the closet and you feel something land on the bed. Then you hear a zipper. With that sound you take a quick sudden gasp, you know the sound of that zipper. It belongs to the bag that was in the closet. The bag that contains the tools for your punishment and if you're lucky your pleasure. You feel the contents of the bag being dumped next to you on the bed and you know what's coming next. Even with the dozen or so peopleright in the next room who have come over.