“I see,” I said smiling.
“And now, wench, you have more duties to attend to.”
Reluctantly pulling us to our feet, Connor dragged me from the tent into the dying light of the woods, even as I felt a trickle of his c*m drizzling out of my cunt and down my leg.
“She’s all yours, gents,” my guide announced as he tugged me toward a small bonfire. KC was there as were five other company men, enjoying a smoke and the look of flames leaping and sparking the night air with fire.
Before I could gather myself, there was another hand grasping at my waist, taking me from Connor and putting me over his lap. I was spanked again—another swift punishment to my angry skin. Then I was passed around the campfire, going over each pair of thighs in turn and receiving, not a lengthy, but certainly rousing
