The only two people outside my group that officially knew some of what happened in that village. But they could never know what happened that night af...ter sunset when I caught up with those responsible; only two people had that knowledge. Like I said, legally, if less so morally, I should be rotting in prison somewhere. Nobody could know what happened with Samson, sitting with me on a Tundra tailgate that afternoon.“Let her catch you,” P said, “in your dream,” breaking me from my thoughts“How?”. She leaned forward because her arms were still secured high behind her back with the breast harness. She felt her ankles being tightly strapped to the cold iron post, then her knees, then her thighs, and then her waist. She had to take a deep breath to accommodate the tight strap. Then her wrists were unshackled, and were drawn up behind her and above her head, and again secured behind the post. The captor removed the breast harness, and stepped back admiring his work. He seemed well pleased.. When she hit the bottom, she let out a gasp of pleasure, thankful to finally feel something as thick as Simon’s cock inside of her. She then slipped up the length of his shaft and back down again, before picking up the pace and riding Simon hard. It was a good couple of minutes of intense pleasure before Sarah realized the words and moans that were coming out of her mouth. “Oh fuck! You feel so nice inside my pussy Simon!” Before she can reach orgasm though, Simon grabs her hips and stops her. But noticed he had, and he stood up and came around to her, he took her by the hand and led her over to a hard chair at the side of the room. Unsure of what he wanted from her she took his hand and followed where he led. She saw the hard chair and wondered why something so plain looking would be in this room.He sat down , bringing her around to the side he told her to bend over his lap.She laughed, he had to be k**ding didn't he, it looked like he intended to spank her like a naughty school.