Slutty damsel is taken in anal assylum for painful therapy

Check the GPS screen finding out that I’m on top of the last known position of the drone. Parking the Range Rover, finally noticing that I never turned on the two way radio, oh well now would be too late for Pieter to do anything besides the safari of tourists should have return to the lodge by now so he would be up to his neck in whiny tourists. Getting out grabbing the mag-lite, the two way walkie talkie from the side door panel, and a side arm which I hope I will never have to use from the glove compartment I set out to find the drone. With my phone in my right hand, I grab a machete from the back seat area and set off, Rustling from the bush catches my attention raising the machete, on alert I take two steps back only to have a wild dog pup darts out then turn around and bolt back! Shining the beam into where it disappeared, seeing nothing, continuing on with my search. Letting out the anal breath I was holding, getting the general idea just what a stupid stunt I’ve done by coming out here at this time of night. Looking into the purplish twilight sky seeing the darkened silhouette of a crane cross the nighttime sky. In the distance the roar of a lion, remind me just how dangerous the Kruger National Park could be at times. Concentrating the bush looking for any sign that something might have fell on the Hardcore top of one. Swinging the flashlight ‘s beam left and right. Stopping taking out my cell phone to check the time, in the upper right asstomouth hand corner showing 20:53 Hrs as I move forwards searching left and right for any signs of the downed drone. When I’m about 50 meters from the Rover, I find the first piece of the drone on the path in front of me. Shining the mag-lite left and right, continuing further away from the Rover I hear more rustling in the bush to my right, just as the mag-lite’s bam comes across the damaged drone. Going to collect it I turn my back on the bush, as my hand sucking touches the drome what little light the flashlight was producing goes black. A stinging sensation in my lower thigh then I start to feel weak, as a pair of hand grabs my arms and a cloth bag it pulled over my BDSM head. A muffled “Got em! Ruud!” Something cold is then wrapped around my arms effectively pinning my arms, making it impossible to fight off the hands Next thing I experienced was wha ever was binding my arm being taken away and replaced and me being held up, each arm pulled to opposite sides. “There could be fireworks outside the window and he wouldn’t wake up and I was reading one of my novels because it has proven more difficult than I thought to sleep without you.” She admits and turns the camera back to herself with a smile. “Hopefully we’ll get some workable DNA from your investigations and nail the guy that did this, but…” She said “It doesn’t Hardcore really taste like anything”. “Danni,” Trish said, “we haven’t given you asstomouth your cavity search yet, you’d better get on the table. Tamara heard Methuselah grunt behind her and more spurts of warm seed splattered over her ass cheeks and (she assumed) Alice's upturned face. By now, Lisa and Jill joined us. Interestingly, she eventually had a total of at least six children, never married and after her brothers left and got themselves killed in one or another of the constant small wars of the time, or got ‘saved’ as sucking members of the clergy, and her sisters a lovely anal and sexually able lot that BDSM got themselves their own husbands, she became the Mistress of this Manor, but this was long after I was gone. She sat apart from the harem. I must have gushed.