It was off the trail about 20 meters and, unless you knew where to look, it was invisible. I could use it as a cache. As we were moving, Professor Bar...h started trying to call out on her cell phone. I didn’t say anything, I knew there was no signal up here. I figured it would keep her busy and out of my hair. When she started complaining about the signal, the younger one told her to be quiet.While we were moving, I had several thoughts going through my head. First was that the three stooges. WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. Four quick blows to my chest and stomach taking what remained of my breath away. “Oh how I am going to enjoy breaking you, making you into my new cum whore and breeder. I will make you carry my child maybe more. Make you so saggy down their not even the dirtiest old man would touch you bitch. When I am done with you, when I have what I want from you, I will kill you and use you for pig feed.” He said turning up a dial or two even higher. My legs were trying to close on their. About how much more I was thinking about sex, about my master, about how I was willing to do anything he asked.The following Monday my master called me just before I left for work saying he had something special planned for the end of the week and he wanted me all prepared for it. I was to shave my pussy hair tonight so I would be smooth, and that I was to play with my pussy again every hour for five minutes but I was not to cum and that I would not be allowed to cum all week till Friday night.. I immediately sense her otherworldly sensual aura and to my complete surprise, she turns around and rests her gaze directly on me. "Hola, hermosa," she says in a sexy, demure voice. "You're too gorgeous to be on your own. Where is your boyfriend hiding?" I expect to feel rage and utter contempt for this stranger, someone who is just merely doing her job and sustaining for herself. My gaze wanders over her luscious, Latin curves and I cannot deny the visceral, primal.