"No time to sleep. I ain't done with yer yet." The thug said before squatting down to pull her up by the hair. "Y-yes…" Amelia replied with a slight smile tugging on the corner of her lips. Convict Lake Convict lake is nestled in a moraine crotch of the Eastern Sierra. Formed millions of years ago, the asian valley slowly filled in by sediment from melting ice sheets creampie known as glaciers. Over thousands of years, the shifting ice ground away granite and left it as the only evidence of their titanic forces. When the valley tail filled with moraine a lake basin formed capturing the runoff from the high mountains. Now a vacation spot for valley folks looking for quiet and a place to escape the valley heat. The story of Convict Lake echoes of the past wild country, cattle, gold, and gambling. It was once known as Monte Diablo Lake. Something about the Mount of the Devil. One devilish story says several convicts escaped from Carson City Jail and hid out at this spot. There they held off the posse sent to bring them back. Two members of the posse were killed near the lake. From there the stories vary; some say all the convicts received frontier justice on the spot, some say two were hanged for killing the slain posse members, and some other mixed stories. Now it is a vacation destination far from the busy cities of Southern California and the sin and gambling of Nevada's old mining towns. Families come here every Summer to enjoy the spectacular views, vistas and quiet nature of the area. Local businesses have taken the stories of Convict Lake and created a themed village. One such business is the pack station. Horses for rent, ride or carrying gear and people into the back country for camping. The horse, or greenhorn handlers all wear faded yellow jumpsuits just like convicts, with numbers on the front and the words “Convict Lake Jail” on the back. Many visitors have never ridden horses let Hardcore alone seen one up close. So, japan the 'convicts' guide groups on horseback around large pens. They call girlfriend out commands and keep an open eye on the city slickers. If the visitors have some experience they can ride on trails by the pack station. Tilly and Jake are two of the handlers working the crowds of greenhorns. Yesterday, Saturday the crowds were thick and Jake was hovering around the more attractive girls while Tilly was having to keep an eye on the rest. When Sunday comes the crowds thin out for Church services held in the nearby town of Bishop. A small crowd of young kids and old ladies were lined up at the gate. Tilly looked at Jake and nodded. The sign for 'Time to get the show going.' Jake, Tilly and the other 'convicts' head towards the crowd. A family van pulls up and out steps a plain looking young woman in her Sunday best; a long sleeved button down shirt, a pleated dress almost to the knees, ankle socks and flats. She was thin with mousy brown hair pulled back in a tight pony tail. Something black covered her legs to just below her hemline. Maybe spandex pants like a bicycle rider would wear. As the family van headed away the young woman ducked out of sight. The handlers started their introduction to the crowd asking how many have ridden before. "Fuck you're so perfect baby" He groaned out, his voice heavy and thick with lust. Well, reader; I don’t know what she looks like naked. Willow was creampie now slurping hungrily at Alice’s pussy and her towel had slipped down and off leaving Hardcore her kneeling there naked with her cute arse in the air and pointed toward us. I position my face between her open legs and support her bum with both hands. “Now japan undress for us,” Dita instructs as she fondles her asian man for my benefit. “Morning wood,” the captain grinned. Her tongue darted girlfriend around my girl-dick. He was a slow typer, I hated it, but it always build up that excitement even more. How much power would he have? I got confused.