My arms are pulled behind my back.Real ropes, as thick as my thumb and probably capable of holding half a tonof strain, are wound four times about my ...wrists, then passed three times betweenthem - forming rudimentary handcuffs from which I have absolutely no hope ofescaping. The knot is tied tightly between the tops of my wrists, well beyondthe reach of my fingers. But that’s not all. After tying my wrists, theypass a second rope about my arms, just above the elbows - winding it four. I took photos of this and I saw him line it up and start to move in. A deep moan, which was slightly muffled by the cock in her mouth, came out as she felt the intrusion into her pussy.Pete worked his way in gently but firmly until he as all the way in and his balls were bouncing against her. He stopped in that position for a moment and I thought she was going to cum there and then. The Pete moved back and started a rhythmic pumping in and out of her pussy.She kept sucking hard and I could tell. Frank woke from his short nap and went to the basement to get the girls ready for the long trip to camp. He couldn’t wait until they met the new slut, but that wouldn’t be until camp was almost over. He got to the basement just as the last two boys pulled their cocks out.“Some of you boys get these cunts into the tub. They need to get clean before we leave. Can’t have these whores smelling up my car, you know.” ordered Mr. Frank.The boys picked them up and took them into a room off the basement. Bianca has yet to follow the footsteps of myself and some of our friends with our girl/girl adventures, but that doesn’t mean we can’t dream about it. I’ve invited her several times to our yearly lingerie and sex toy party without any luck. She also declined going along on our shopping trip to Mall of America, which is just an excuse to get out of town and have a little uninhibited sexual fun without our husbands. Something tells me if men would have been invited, she may have said yes. She’s a.