By the time I was lowered to the ground my arms ached like hell. The break gave me a chance to get the blood running to my hands again.The second pose... was not so tiring for me. I was tied to a tree with my back to it. My hands were tied together behind the tree. My ankles were also tied behind the tree as far as my feet would go. At least my feet were on the ground. A rope was tied round my waist to help keep me in place. Just when I thought that they were done. Dan said,“One last touch; Ryan,. He rose to his feet, using an oak sapling for support, and had to wait a couple of minutes for the revived nausea to pass.An engine spluttered somewhere off to the downhill left. The sound grew louder and traveled to the right, to the point where he thought he'd heard the laughter. It quieted, returned to life in a different pitch, quieted, spluttered, and died. A vehicle door slammed. Indistinct voices echoed. Vince released the sapling and carefully made his way toward the sounds.The small. He was ugly. Unshaven. Dirty. Smelly.And I didn't care. I wanted him.I reached down and ripped the worn belt from his shabby pants. Theyfell on their own, loose from years of wear. His dirty erect dick waspushing against his underwear, and I casually ripped them apart to getat his member. Somewhere in the back of my conciousness my slow malemind was shouting, but I took no notice as I began to run my smoothhands up and down his shaft, coaxing it to life. He was gasping andmoaning, his legs. I can feel my pussy start to get wet as he brings his hand down for a fourth blow. I am humiliated and turned on at the same time. Just when I think he is going to stop his palm makes contact with my ass again. Only this time he begins to slowly massage my heated flesh before pulling aside the thin scrap of lace dividing my cheeks to slide one finger into my hot wet slit and then another. My juices drip down my inner thighs. How can I be this wet? I am a grown ass woman who has just been.