At some point in all this, Robert had come into the room. He would have heard us, certainly Émile. We were way too preoccupied to notice him in the r...oom. In fact, I only became aware of it as I felt his weight on the far side of the bed. My jerk of surprise was calmed by the huge smile on Émile’s face; he raised his body up to meet Robert’s lips and they kissed, Robert spooning me on one side, Émile pressed against me on the other.Right away I felt Robert’s hot hardness against me. He reached. You don't dare turn your head to look knowing that if you move you will be punished. You wait in agony as I wrap a satin scarf around your eyes not once, not twice, but three times to be absolutely sure you can't see a thing then run my hands slowly from your ears down your cheeks and around your neck slowly and gently as you let out a soft whimper of anticipation and then suddenly clutch your throat hard pulling your head back against my body to make sure you know who is in charge.Releasing. How do ethnic girls dothis in a black tent, I thought, with venom. I'd more or less finished, andwas contemplating mopping up the slot, the labia, the general fanny areaand the thigh that had received an errant trickle and a splash, when Irealised that someone had stolen the toilet roll, so I did my best with awiggle, a couple of pelvic squeezes and a wipe with my hand. At least thewash basins worked - I'd seen the tap running! I stood, pulled up my pantsand tights, and made sure that my skirt. . "All right," she said. "Get on with it." She had no idea of what they had in mind, but she wasn't going to make it any worse by putting up a struggle. They would have no help from her.Steve Paul was disappointed. She was too passive, too tractable--he much preferred his hobby when the objects of his cruelty put up some sort of fight. Besides, they usually fucked better when they were scared, he thought. Shocks of sex began to move through his body as he recalled the many girls he had.