In there I dropped my drawers and took a much needed piss.I cleaned myself up in the solitude of some tree cover and felt more like myself with each p...assing minute. A good piss and a big drink of water certainly helped. I used my bandana as a bandage by wrapping my head wound with it. It certainly wasn’t fancy but it would suffice until Clyde could patch me up better.Now there was the matter of my fallen steed.“Sorry girl,” I said to my collapsed horse as I walked up to her moments later.The. ”Janet Rivers stood very still. She looked at Danny. She looked at the naked Becky. She looked at the other naked girls then looked back at Danny and straight into his eyes. She didn’t flinch but held his gaze solidly and replied, “Certainly, Mr. Daniel Brown. It would be my pleasure.” Being called Mr. Daniel Brown by Janet Rivers made Daniel feel like a giant. The confidence it instilled in him was incredible and made him stand even straighter as he turned to follow Janet’s movements.Janet. I watched that black guy lift the woman effortlessly off the ground with his first long stroke. He gave a great pleasure the woman as he entered her.But then I recognized her voice; as she begged him for more.Now she moaned out loud. And then I confirmed she was my sensual wife…Samuel lifted Ana off the ground easily all the while pumping his cockin and out of her wet soaking cunt. Her moaning increased, announcing her first orgasm. The black bastard moved with powerful strokes as he fucked my. A guitar.So I tuck the three spirits inside myself, (don't ask. Really.) and letJames get ahead of me and start playing.He's actually not bad. He won't be filling stadiums anytime soon, but hecan keep a tune while walking, which isn't easy.And Woodstock responded to his music.The entire place began to thrum in resonance to the song he played.Which very nicely got the attention of the kidnapper, allowing me to getclose to the stage, and let out the three spirits.By this point, James is in.