”“Where are we going?” Tamara then asked.“Sea Island. The beach at the Cloister.”“We can’t do that! We can’t just drive up and ask,... ‘Hey, can we hang out at the beach’?” Amber replied. There was minor panic in her voice. Amber never was a risk-taker.All the beaches in Georgia were considered public beaches, but the section of Sea Island I was driving to was private. It was owned by a resort, The Cloister. While technically you could be on the beach, the other parts of the island were. I wanted to awake her and pushed on her soft belly and called HELLO, HEY GIRL, AWAKE, HELLO, HEY, AWAKE, HEY WHO ARE YOU, WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING HERE?She got up like a released spring and seeing me she dragged her scarf soon and covered her tits and pussy and looked at me in a frightened deer. I had already decided to play a trick for fucking her with her full consent. I asked her with an angry voice HEY GIRL, WHO ARE YOU? HOW YOU HAVE ENTERED INTO THE HOUSE? WHAT IS YOUR INTENSION? HAVE YOU. "I just have my own technique."Laughing, Nina asked, "And washing my back requires grabbing my boobs"?"Well, I need something to hang onto. After all, you are very slippery." Gretchen opened her embrace slightly, then tightened her grip and spun Nina around, so that the two women were now face to face. Now that her hands were actually on Nina's back, she started sliding them up and down between her shoulders and her ass. "See, now I'm washing your back in the conventional way." Conventional?. She cried as he positioned his cock at her pussy and slammed it in her. He fucked her as hard and as painfull as he could. He bit her nipples untill they bled and laughed menacingly, almost victorious.Susan started yanking the ropes, she could feel how they hurt her wrists but her right arm was slipping out of it. She bit her lips from the pain of the rope but she had to do this. Her timing had to be perfect.Rick quickly started to piston her. His pace was quickening. She knew he was about to.