Three hours should be enough for what we need doing." Doesn't the poor thing get a drinks break?" Marcia said, raising an elegant eyebrow at her husba...nd."It's not meant to be a picnic, darling." I know, hun, but still ... hot work out there ... guy's gonna need something cold to keep him going." Ok, so Rosa can take him out some iced water. Or lemonade or something if there's any going. Hey, you maybe know this already, but no beer. Alcohol is totally verboten. Just water or lemonade, Marcia,. I tug and pinch my nipples, imagining rings and chains to be pulled and tugged. Slowly I find myself rocking against the log and again scoot into the knot. This time, though I could throw myself over the edge easily, I feel more in control. I can feel some bark on my inner thighs which feels like nails being d**g back and forth over my heated flesh. This causes a quiver deep inside and a soft gasp crosses my lips. I stretch my arms out in front of me, grasping the log like a giant cock and. I pushed back a strand of moist hair and made way for a woman which was obviously lost in thoughts and not paying attention to her surroundings, thinking that the coat she was wearing would serve me perfectly now, much better than my worn old leather jacket. But then again, it was my leather jacket and every crease was a memory and every wrinkle told a little story and I wouldn't even think of exchanging it for all the coats in this world. I looked at the woman as I passed her, almost greeting. “F-fine...” Anna whimpered as she began to walk out after she had put her skirt and panties back in place. Mary was smiling -- her plan was working so well.Just then, Anna locked the door and spun around, trying to wrestle the camera from Mary.“Let go of my camera!” she yelled as she punched Anna.Even though the punch hurt her, Anna did not drop the camera. In fact she tore Mary’s blouse open slightly, making her cover herself and push Anna away. She then grabbed the camera back to herself.