"Send me a picture. NOW," was all it said, the inference and assertionall too obvious.I took the picture in an almost immediate submissive quivering r...esponse,my jumpy edginess overcoming any thought of revolt. Foolishly, in mymind I had to take the picture and send it to him straight away, anyother thoughts were driven out of my head by his words."Take your blouse off, show me your tits." Again, in my mind hisdemanding authoritative undertones, not to be argued with, driving. I'd go to the stream and bathe, collect the over-ripened gooseberries that grew along the banks and breakfast on their tart flavor. The bushes were thin by now, however, and I wondered if I couldn't catch a rabbit perhaps, although I had little taste for raw meat really, and my stomach was too gentle for such fare normally. I was annoyed with my hunger and inclined to dismiss it as I didn't want to go home yet.I made my toilet and washed myself in the cold water as it rushed around my legs to. . . and let’s see how long it takes you to shoot!”Almost on cue Angie and Jennifer, came out of the adjoining room, dressed only in their new white robes. I had ordered them online in a smaller size . . . deliberately than their body sizes. They were called Flower Girl clear rhinestone white satin kimono robes. With their sashes tied in front, it caused their bare titties underneath to appear almost nude for us to look at.It might have been my imagination, but Peter’s cock grew to almost its. Kat vaulted to the table top and leapt as high as she could, using gravity and her weight to add force in a strike at the guard she had stumbled with the chair. He had just started to push himself up from the floor, his head still looking down, and her clenched fists struck like a sledge hammer. In a perfectly targeted strike, impacting between the C5 and C6 vertebrae, her blow snapped the guards neck. He was dead before he hit the floor. Her eyes snapped to the second guard, but he was down,.