The surroundings were unfamiliar to me beyond it was, or seemed to be, a small room. I think there was a doorway and windows but there were bodies all... around, bodies with cocks of all sizes. Some were standing straight out, long and pointed, others were barely more than lumps of flesh and hair. There was what I perceived as a line, one after another, men stood waiting, some talking and all of them looking at me with lust in their eyes.My hands were caressing my body, light touches, arms crossed. I hastily slid out of my shorts and tee shirt and from experience knew to kneel in front of the men. No sooner was I kneeling than I was commanded to get up and fetch the spare tent pegs, mallet, and some cord.When I returned to my masters with the required items I was pushed down onto the sand and staked out spread eagled with one stake at each hand and foot, one attached to the collar they had locked on me as soon as we left the city, and one ominously between my legs in line with my now. It was a beautiful night, crisp and clear and quiet, with no other cars on the road. Jessica had decided to take the scenic route across town, a looping byway that skirted the edge of a big park.Jessica looked over at Jane — back now in her platinum blonde wig and outfit from before — as she sat staring out the window, apparently lost in thought. There was something about this woman, Jessica thought... some core of grace and pride that remained untouched, whatever humiliations she was subjected. The flat battery gave me the chance on the train to try out the USB charging cable from my laptop up Molly's skirt and into the socket on her thigh. On the questionnaire I recommended Mike supply longer cables as other train passengers might be offended by such a display of Molly's dark pubic hair framed by the pretty brown thigh straps. At the seaside we all piled off the train leaving discrete damp patches on the 4 seats and strolled down to the sea-front intently watching the 3 web cam views.