All of the emails in my account were complete bullshit. Paula said they would make for interesting reading by anyone spying on me. The purpose of the ...account was to alert Paula that something went off the rails so she could let Steve know I was ok for now. As soon as I was done with email I went off to a few random sites mixed in with more of the team’s sites so the S.O.S. could better track down this location. I did make sure to spend some time scanning through the various hotels and small. “Haha, you’ll have to catch me first,” I joked as I paddled faster in a feigned attempt to pull away from her.When we stopped for lunch off to the side of the river, I was still thinking about the words she spoke in jest. Does she really want to spank me? That could be fun. I was hoping that there was a little truth in her speech and that by the end of the day my bottom would be toasted over her lap. The splashing of the waves was a good cover to conceal the increased soaking of my moist slit.. . it was clear now. He had fucked Jane, for certain. Perhaps they all fucked Jane. Perhaps she was the only girl in the desert, taking the guys on one by one or two together or three together or whatever. Maybe there was no other girl, maybe there was no real orgy of teenagers. Perhaps it was just Jane and those three boys!Maybe Jane was an orgy in herself.Maybe it was just Jane and any boy that wanted to come along. The stories she had heard were of orgies, but she had never heard how many. She worked in an engineering firm and the number of bids they had worked on recently was skyrocketing. It was getting to be overwhelming. At least she didn't need to work this weekend. What a relief! Mark was still at work and she knew not to expect him for an hour or so. He always tended to work late. She was about to sit down and relax when she saw a note on the kitchen counter."Lou: Read me", it said in Mark's handwriting."Probably another of Mark's corny treasure hunts", she thought and.