It was sort of a short cut. Because the official entrance to the camping grounds was on the other side of the dunes the bunkers were built on.Chris gr...eeted the tourists and tried to calm them down. "Hello, I hear you have an issue you would like to discuss? My name is Chris. I have the lead on this project. What can I help you with?", asked Christopher politely, shielding the volunteers from the annoyed tourists. His charming smile calmed the people a bit and they told him that he needed to. Chris was sitting up tied to a chair. He was sitting facing her and his chest and arms where crossed with welts. He was still gagged and sweat stood out on his forehead. The agony was clear on his face as the whip landed again and again.“O.K. Sally times up! Release your slave and lets see if he’s obedient.” I instructed.Sally hurried to Chris and untied him. He slumped down in the chair exhausted. Sally stood back ripping the gag from his mouth as she did! Chris groaned and fell forward out of. But entertaining Brett, we went along with it and led us into the start of a night we wouldn't soon forget.All lightweights and on our 6th drink or so we headed out, first to grab some snacks at the gas station across the street. We must have been in there for sometime, noticeably buzzed and fumbling with some items because a few customers seemed to be staring at us. In particular 4 men in their late 20's or early 30's that were in there probably as long as we were. We didn't pay any attention. Supporting himself on one hand, Billy used his free hand to caress my small tits, stopping only to pinch my rock hard nipples, sending me almost to fever pitch, and bringing me to an almighty climax. I grabbed the pillow and bit hard onto it to stifle my moans and with my other hand I sunk my nails into his arse cheeks and pulled him harder into me. This was his cue to really give it to me harder and he picked up the pace. He began withdrawing his cock fully before ploughing deep inside me.