Really it was just a point and shoot device. Our biggest sighting problem was that flashes of lightning was our only light source.The four of us were ...man handling the oversized weapon across the courtyard to the wood shop when lightning revealed a group of men in dark clothes moving together towards the manor. They moved hunched over, as if trying to hide, moving from bush to bush in short bursts towards the garden area. A lone horseman guarding a string of ten horses was positioned further up. Now and then, she would drag the nails over my ass and up my back sending chills through my body. While this was going on, my head was supported by pillows and Jim was slowly fucking my throat. I was very relaxed and felt soothed. I felt someone grab my legs and settle in between them, and so it was going to start. I felt a cock rubbing up and down my hole, getting all oiled up before pushing in. It was a thinner and smaller prick than Jim's, so it easily penetrated my sanctum. This guy. Don had his dick out playing with it as the guys talk about the football games played that day. It had been decided that we would wait on Tom, Ron and Ann before the party got going. Don moved to the bed next to the one I was sitting on finishing my third Scotch and about to light another cigarette. Don lit it for me and asked if I was up for what was about to go down. I told him I was not sure. That I had always wanted to be gang banged but the waiting was giving me second thoughts. Don. ‘Come in, Abby, I want you to meet Mrs. Tobin.’ Frankie led the blonde across the kitchen to where Kay sat. ‘Abby Atkinson, this is Kay Tobin,’ he said. Kay stood up and took Abby’s offered hand. ‘I’m very pleased to meet you, Abby,’ she said. ‘Abby’s married to Greg, the sheriff’s deputy who came and…and…yesterday,’ Frankie said, his voice breaking. ‘They…they live down the road a way.’ ‘This is all so awful,’ Abby said. ‘It certainly is,’ Kay agreed. ‘Greg said you offered to take care of.