"Open those legs, Diane, my husband croaked.With a flush of shame and a shudder of excitement, I closed my eyes and opened my legs."Now put them over ...the arms of the chair, Diane."Shaking with shame and arousal, I did. I opened my eyes and looked down. My hand was still at the top of my slit, but my lips, my slick protruding lips, were uncovered, flaunted, and oh so obviously wet."DO IT!"It was the first time he'd raised his voice to me in years.I obeyed him and touched myself. Fingers moved. I grabbed her tits and let them dance on my fingers and rubbed my thumbs over her hard nipples.Ron, who was behind her, first unbuttoned her skirt and lowered it to the floor to undress afterwards.There we were 3 guests with a stiff dick from here to Tokyo and one too fat girl but we would certainly make that was certain.Ron squeezed her in her full bottom and I played some more with her tits .... Suddenly she grabbed my tight dick and squeezed "Strong boy hear" and also put her fingers under. Both men stood behind a chair. The bodyguard was carrying a truncheon. Next came the navigator and his bodyguard equipped the same as the first one. They also stood behind a chair.Finally, in came the king in his usual crazy outfit. He had two bodyguards, and these men were armed with machine pistols. A-ha, those I had never seen before. The machine pistols looked to be in the range of 9 mm, so I was relieved to see that the body armor that John and I were wearing would surely be adequate.John. It was obviously too small. Her large round breasts and perky nipples pressed tightly against the smooth fabric. Her tight leather gloves ended at her elbows. She had a red silk bandanna tied around her neck. Her long hair was tied in a pony in two places. The only equipment she carried was a backpack and a walking stick. Many questions raced through my mind. What was she doing at this camp site? Not a soul knew I was here. The most awkward question hit like landslide. Where did she plan on.