She managed to get her free hand between my breasts and the glass, pinching me wonderfully. I have always been enflamed by a carefully administered me...asure of roughness to my breasts and responded wantonly. ‘The slave begs permission to have an orgasm,’ I cried, trying to hold back my pleasure as she continued to thrust the phallus between my legs. Madame gave me another round of pinches to my tight nipples, which drew forth another set of sharp cries. ‘The slave may have an orgasm,’ Madame. "Hello, I am Hank King. I ran away about a year ago with my wife. We are the ones you are hunting. We rescued the torture victims last night and took them to our home where they are safe. Please tell me what is going on. Come closer so that we don't attract a lot of unwanted attention."The man walked closer and said, "I am John Pilot. Many years ago, I was a tracker for the South African government. That was why they had me leading this group of idiots. They couldn't follow a fresh trail across. He managed to resist however and I was left to bake in the sun for a while.After about an hour I decided to take a dip in the pool and moments later, Mark joined me in the pool. We bobbed along at the side of the pool, just talking really. Mark then hinted to me that no one knows us and we can act like an ordinary couple, pointing out another couple who were kissing and hugging in the pool. It was strange for me to do this with him in public but I moved over and wrapped my arms around his neck. I turned towards Judy, and she too, had her blouse completely open and no bra. Her breasts were much smaller than Connie's but her nipples were quite puffy and standing out like two cones. Of the three girls, Judy has deep Reddish blonde hair, cut short in a pageboy and has blue eyes."See, I told you we would take care of you tonight Ben," Connie quipped as we rolled down the road. Judy's hands unfastened my belt, unzipped my pants and deftly pulled them down around my ankles. Both girls.