After the guys had finished the first session with Pamela they left her lying on the slab as Bull lit a fire near the cabin and Sam unpacked some food for a meal. I've got to hand it to Bull, he doesn't miss many tricks. Not that I eat much myself but I was gasping for a coffee. I tried to work the pump but Bull stopped me and gave Pamela a pair of gray sandals from the back of the van.

"Come on, teacher, make yourself useful." He put down a iron pot beside her. "Fill this up and put it on the fire."

She pushed herself up on her arms, stared at him stupidly and shivered as a gust of cool wind blew up the valley, not yet completely warmed by the morning sun. Bull laughed and threw her a pink towel.

"Put this on and then get busy. You're not here on vacation."

She still seemed half-stunned after her double screwing. I rattled the pump handle: "Come on, teacher, you must be about due for a coffee break as well. Help me work this thing."

Ms Montgomery stood up and wrapped the towel about her delectable frame. "I can't believe this. I can't believe you just stood there and watched those two thugs do whatever they wanted with me."

"I didn't just stand here. I did what I was paid for, I took the pictures of you getting yourself laid. But, like Bull says, as long as you keep quiet from now on nobody else will ever see them. By the way, would you like an extra set of the prints as souvenirs?"

"You're as bad as they are, aren't you?"

"No. And you've no idea how bad Bull can be when he loses his cool. But if you want to find out how rough things can get just keep him waiting one more minute for this pot."

She took a hasty glance over her shoulder at Bull as he stood bare assed watching Sam light the fire and then helped me with the pump handle. Between us we finally got the water gushing and the pot filled. I let her carry it over to the fire; no way was I carrying a pot with a camera hanging on me. I thought it would be interesting to see what the teacher did when she came up against the guys who'd pumped her full on top of the pump. Lots of wails and tearing her hair -- maybe lots of crying out to be taken straight back home.

No; nothing like that. What she did was to put the pot on top of the fire and then take a platter of food from the table and spread it out neatly on the cooking plate next to the pot.

Bull laughed: "I like to see a woman with a healthy appetite. Hey, Pam, would you like something to nibble on until brunch is ready?"

She stood up again and stared at him, holding the towel close around her: "No, not again. Haven't you already gotten what you want?"

"We may as well use up the rest of the film. Anyway, I like mixing pleasure with business. What about you, Sam, can you think of something to do with the teacher while the fixings are cooking?"

Sam grinned and stroked himself: "Now you mention it, maybe I could work up another morning glory for a woman who's feeling real horny."

"Yea, what the hell, a couple more hot sausages around the place won't make any difference."

Bull's huge hands pulled the pink towel away from the teacher's body and spread it on top of a rock by the fire. Then he grabbed Ms Montgomery by the shoulders and laid her down on her back on top of the towel.

"OK, lady, now show me how grateful you are that you haven't had any of your teeth knocked out yet."

His hands moved down to her tits, squeezing them hard and popping her nipples up between his fingers.

Pamela gulped in lungfuls of air and flexed her legs up in the air, like a kid rolling in a sandpit.

And I'll give the teacher her due -- she was a fast learner. In no time at all she was really doing her very best to show Bull how grateful she was.

END OF PART ONE