I awoke in a barn. I was nude. I could see my captors. Lizzie Bordon andCarrie Nation. I knew Carrie was wanted for trying to trash the brewery.Carri...e used a fire axe to break some of the equipment at the brewery. Shewas brought down by Larry. Larry used a fire hose attached to a brew vat.The beer in that vat was bad and needed to be dumped. Lizzie was a purephysco. I knew that they were both tied to the Aryan Nation.Lizzie spoke. She said, "Well Larry, you little Sissy, we have you. I. . I’m delirious, controlled by the feeling of being owned by your dick; you are my whole being, you have total control, total dominance ... you don’t want a cheap ass-slut; you want perfect selfless devotion and so you begin to test me... You pull out of my ruined ass; the loss of your dick making me call out in grief. You give me a moment to adjust to the lack of contact and to come back from the very brink of orgasm. You move to the side of me and place your hand on my ass cheek.‘Count’ you. As I helped Jen out, the three guys took off their trunks and threw them on the ground next to the pool. We all dried off some and followed Jen into the house. I told them to go ahead and go back to the bedroom while I got us some drinks and the video camera. When I got into the bedroom, Jen was sitting on Mark's face and grinding her pussy into him, while she had Tony's cock in her mouth, giving him a blowjob he will not soon forget. I sat the beers down and turned on the camera. I moved and. I wasn’t hard to find since I was the only one to get off that bus. In fact I was the only one left on that bus except for the driver. I was almost as far out onto Cape Cod as I could possible get.Gretchen was simply beautiful. She stood up tall, she had a thin figure, and she had a killer smile. Gretchen was wearing the tightest pair of blue jeans that I had ever seen and she was wearing a T-shirt that said, “Cranberry Bog.”She helped me get my stuff into the back of her pickup and then drove.