"God, Ben. Jesus! Don't fucking stop Baby. Oohhh...." Her body shudders again as she digs her nails into the back of my neck.My hand now roams lower a...d lower. I feel her waistband and my fingers slip inside; where I'm welcomed by the patch of hair. I run my fingers gently over her smooth pussy, which rewards me a sharp gasp and another huge shudder from Holly. Even in the water I can tell that she's wet. I continue to tease her dripping pussy, running my fingers up and down her slit and gently. "It's showtime," he said. "Are you ready?"Ready for what? I wondered. I had only the vaguest idea of what was about to happen; I knew that someone would tell a sexy story – hopefully something as hot as the ones I had been reading – and then a bunch of men would get magically horny and leave in search of some deserving pussy to plunder. But what would happen to me? Would I be immune? Or would I feel the same effect? And if so, how would I satisfy it? Riley was my ride home and a small part of. She slid right through my arms; she was slippery from the oil they used for tanning! I looked around and saw a stool, dragged it over and stepped up, and using just the restraints, lifted Kaylee up onto the hook. I repeated my actions, this time with Chantelle, until both girls were hanging from overhead hooks, gagged and twirling around.I turned my attention to Bethany, who had stood wide-eyed watching me while I strung up the girls. She hadn't said a word since we got into the barn, and I. ..” However, before she finished that line I gave her a furious glare and held my finger to her lips, stopping her dead in her tracks.“Don’t even finish that line if you ever want to see me again,” I stated with an ice-cold voice, emphasizing every word, while shaking my head in a slow, disapproving manner, as I gazed at her.Remember what I said about anybody touching my family? I normally tended to agree with my mother on many things or was at least willing to compromise. However, this was one.