One by one each man spent time working over my ass and throat tagging in and out. my body being rag dolled by these true power houses.the first man th... one who started all of it was the first the cum. i could feel his cock throbbing and like i ticking time bomb he pulled my ass as far up is cock as it would go before filling me with my second load of the day. like a piece of trash after he was done with me he threw me across the room.the man who was working my throat picked me up and placed me. She was his play toy. Her legs fell to the bed and he pulled out. Paula watched his thick cum spraying Lisa. Lisa raised her hips and a gush of squirt splashed Brian’s chest and neck.Mike laughed aloud. “Save some of that energy for me.”“Fuck, this bitch is a horny one.”Brian fell on her full body, her squirt on his chest mixed with his cum on hers.Mike was stroking his thick long cock smiling. Paula felt like she was watching porn for real. Lisa had her eyes closed, moaning, and sighing in. There isn't much here but it's all mine," he says with a laugh.Roger sort of invites himself in and closes the door behind him. They stand in the room, engaging in friendly small talk. Roger asks him who he has playing on the stereo. Jerry goes over to his record box on the floor to show him the album cover. Roger follows close behind. Jerry kneels on the floor going through the albums. He feels Roger's fingers lightly touch his back near his belt. Jerry is wearing a loose T-shirt and Roger's. Almost naked. I could hear nature all around me. There was a fresh verdant smell. The flapping of wings on water, and a loud quack, told me I was near water. A smoky, ashy smell as I yanked the chain again indicated I was tethered near a campfire. Was that footsteps? Yes. I could hear the crunching of the grass. Someone was approaching. Who? I felt a rush, fright, goose bumps. My captor, surely He, tapped me lightly on my flank with what felt like a crop. He kept it up, here a touch, there a.