I slept a nice sleep with a nice feeling, so deeply, I never heard the knife cut the canvas that gently brushed against my nude bottom, nor did I feel... him go between my bum cheeks, thanks to the oil I used to keep my skin protected from the sun's burning rays, or his semen, as he pumped into my surprisingly open pussy.The nice feeling I had experienced was in fact a 'Wet Dream', blending reality in a dream-like state of mind, 'The perfect Fuck', a girlfriend once told me, 'where your mind. I told him once that the next time this situation came up I would much rather stick my hand in a furnace. Being my friend’s best man still meant I had to keep him calm, even though the beauty that was my sister, seemed to be doing a really good job of that at the moment. I still couldn’t resist it, ‘I suppose the two million you have stashed in that offshore account, may have something to do with it buddy.’ It earned me a jab in the ribs and a small chuckle. It also earned me a glare from my. Breasts! They weren't all that big, as female breasts go, but they protruded and they were soft. The nipples were pretty sensitive, too. And below the waist the hips flared out. And that ass! It had become rounded, maybe even pear-shaped. Morrison had always been partial to women with padded, pear-shaped asses, and now (s)he was sitting on one.Someone was banging on the bathroom door. "You gonna be done pretty soon, Orv?"Damn. It was his roommate, Carlos. They shared this one bathroom, along. Hewas still wearing the blessed gloves that he had donned before druggingthe gypsy. He pressed one hand gently against the door and found that iteasily swung open. He expected it to make some noise but it movedsilently inward. With a final glance at the empty room behind him hestepped next to the sleeping woman.When his gloved hand covered her mouth. Her eyes flew open and she beganto struggle. "Be still" he hissed. "Your father has sent me to bring youback to him. The gypsy is bound and.