“Fuck!” she lamented at her ghastly reflection in the vanity mirror.Her makeup and lipstick was a faded, smudged imbroglio. A red, blue, and black... befouled mess smeared across her fair face.“Fuck!” she screamed out at the top of her lungs, and frantically dove at the glove compartment of her car for a tissue to remove the wad of his cum that was matted in her tresses. The thick, cloudy gob stuck out like a sore thumb in contrast to her long, raven hair. He hadn’t allowed her to tidy up prior to. Barbara was behind her, rummaging in the suitcase. When Sandy began to turn her head to see what Barb was up to, Raul grasped her chin firmly to keep her facing towards him.Sandy heard Barbara approach, then gasped as a blindfold was lowered over her eyes and secured behind her head. She was then swiftly stripped naked by four gentle hands roaming over her body. Then she felt herself gently enveloped by two naked bodies, pressing into her from in front and behind."Oh god you guys," she moaned. Perhaps they'll never be let go?And, Benin had often asked herself, what would they do in the West anyway? What country could they settle in? New Zealand? She wasn't sure where that was but knew it was far from everywhere. She understood it was full of sheep and farmers, had small cities and a very staid, English culture. She didn't even know if they had Universities, or the Ballet.Spain was out of the question now that Francisco Franco was in charge. A large swathe of Europe had adopted a. Before we leave the couples area I stop you.“Just a sec. I’m going to go ask Rusty something.”“What?”“Just wait here and I’ll be back.”I leave and you sit on a couch feeling a bit uneasy. In about 3 minutes I return.“You stay here again. I’m going to go in the straight area and I’ll be right back.”Again I leave. You’re unsure about what’s happening. I return.“Okay – here’s the plan. I talked to Rusty and he agreed that we can have other guys come into the couples area. I thought you’d be.