“Go back to sleep,” The Beast told her. “I’ll make us breakfast.”She nodded and snuggled happily back down into the bedclothes on the floor,... closing her eyes again. The Beast tutted in wonder. Had he not known better he would have thought her previous night had consisted in an exemplary romance rather than torture at the hands of a literal monster. Turning around, he saw the shattered four poster bed, forlorn in the thin rays of morning light that edged their way around the curtains. The riding. It was a small group posing around a motorcycle. I'm sure my mouth dropped open as I gasped out loud. My stomach turned and tears came to my eyes. Standing there was Chris, Bob Somerville, Barry, and the other two guys from the café. But what really was the clincher, standing right in the middle with a huge grin on his face, was David! My silence and tears must have spoken for me. After a period of silence, she quietly said, "Now you know." I nodded. "David is part of all this?" She laughed. "You look a sight," she muttered. "I suppose you bathed in your clothes." No," he said, confused. "I just didn't have anything else to put on." Your planning skills leave somewhat to be desired," she said darkly. "Unless you planned on spying on me." How was I supposed to know you'd be there?" he asked."Why didn't you come straight to the wagon?" she shot back."Because I stank!" he barked. "I was trying to spare you the odor!" Well you certainly didn't spare me the embarrassment," she mumbled.. .“God she’s going for it!” Hugh thinks to himself as Raven slams her pussy violently on his cock. He can feel his seed rising already and uses the techniques hes learnt from various sex manuals to keep himself from cuming too soon. He contemplates playing with her clit as she fucks him but decides against it as the concentration would make him lose control of the muscles holding back his orgasm. “I’ll give it 5 minutes” he thinks to himself and lays his head back, closing his eyes in order to.