I was surprised at the feel of his black trousers – they were very soft and silky in texture and on looking closer were quite shiny. His shirt was a...so made from a silky material.When we got back to his van he almost jumped on me as we frantically kissed. He drove us down to an isolated track to the South Gare light house while he stroked my nipples with one hand – I let my hand rest on his hard cock and stroked it through his silky trousers. He was moaning and almost crashed – we eventually. Them men stood watching, stroking their cocks. They whipped for over thirty minutes until my whole body was covered in red and black raised welts. When they had finished, the women lined up to kick me in the balls, I was howling in agony and soon my balls were swollen to three times their size and had turned black. I was sobbing with pain and terror when they let me down from the beam and slammed me face down across a solid workbench and tied me down tightly. One after the other, the fifteen. There had been no more noises for the past fifteen minutes but Isaac still hadn't made his way back. I decided to go look for him. I grabbed my torchlight and set off. I walked for a long while 'til I came to a clearing in the middle of the woods. This forest was huge. I tried to get my bearings right. Every which way looked exactly the same as the others. I knew we shouldn't have come this far. Now I couldn't find Isaac. I made a birdcall; our secret code for communication we had made up for. Happy's own ass—marred by a few stretch marks—waved invitingly to me.Happy's phone rang just before I could dive on in, playing some pop song. "Shit," Happy said, reaching for her phone. "That's my sister." Let it go to voice mail," I told her."I can't," she answered. "She's gettin' married on Saturday and I'm her Matron of Honor. Got to take this!" She picked up her smart phone, then answered it with a causal, almost airy voice. "Hey, Belle!"Her ass still waved invitingly at me as she.