It was Raghu.The asshole already sat naked, looking into the laptop. He had a muscular chest with a 6-inch dick. And the bitch looked damm hot in the ...towel as compared to the uniform. She slowly put on an English song and started dancing in front of the laptop. The bastard Raghu also started dancing, looking at her.She slowly put her left hand on the end of the towel tucked into her right breast. And slowly untucked it. Her towel became a little loose. She slowly held the other end with her. And once again the rude and randy comments: “Look at them swing.”Then one of the men, the one without the gun came over to me and put his hand under my right breast and lifted it and massaged it, tweaking my nipple. Trying hard to ignore them, I said nothing, but began to feel the nerve impulses traveling from my nipple to my pussy. He then bent down and put my nipple in his mouth. I couldn’t help but letting out a little gasp. He said: “See, she likes it. Lets get her panties off and see how. Then unzipping his pants i take his morning wood in my mouth, sucking, licking, choking on it. After a few minutes he pulls out, slaps me again and moves behind me. My head sags down as i move onto all fours as the meek pet that i am. Slowly at first Master shoves his hard cock into my tight asshole. Lubed from my spit and some of my pussy juice he scooped from my other fuck hole he slides deeper into my ass, finally penetrating all the way in. Master grunts as he fucks my ass roughly a few. All my swimming and exercising left me very fit. I didn’t have an once of excess fat and my BMI was 19.6 according to tests my coaches gave me when I first arrived at the university. I was 5’8”, 128 pounds, blue eyes, blonde hair, and perky 34B breasts. I loved the way I looked. “No, that isn’t a problem at all Lauren,” I guess it is just Minnesota modesty, I chuckled. Lauren told me more about the resort on the Georgia-Florida border. She described the camp, set along the St. Mary’s river, and.