The team skirted the dead beast with caution mindful that it might not be dead and approached the closest man's body.He was still breathing, though ba...dly wounded. Numerous cuts and scrapes and one gapping wound adorned his entire body. His blood seeped out and soaked the sand below him. The lone survivor came to shore and approached them warily. Suzie knelt beside the wounded man and stretched her fingers toward him. The bleeding stopped and his wounds began to close and heal. The unwounded. Both had satisfied grins. Myass was my entire world as all my brain could do was to relay thethrobbing pain that made it feel like my ass had swollen to five timesits normal size. They left the room leaving me to concentrate on my worldof pain.Lynne returned and photographed and videoed me as I sagged on the tablewearing a frilly maids dress, panties around my knees, face wet fromtears and sweat, spit drooling round the edges of the gag and running offmy chin, and my bruised and throbbing ass.. Somehow, I suspected something devious was being planned.They came up the stairs and all they had was three glasses of orange juice. “That does not look like breakfast to me.”“Drink it,” said Amy. I did, and it was more champagne than orange juice.Brittany stepped closer and said, “Amy and I have been talking, and we think you need to earn your breakfast. But first, I told you I had a special surprise for you last night. Amy has agreed to help me with the surprise.”“Bring it on ladies.”Amy had. We arrived at J.T.’s house and I was thankful, but a little nervous too. He put me down on the doorstep and opened the door around me. I turned around and entered the house. His mom appeared in the doorway to the kitchen and then disappeared again. I turned to J.T. and, judging by his reaction, I must have looked worried. He grabbed my hand and lead me to the stairs. “Just wait in my room ok? I will be up soon.” I walked up the stairs and into J.T.’s room. I sat on his bed and looked around..