Loudly. o o Q. Describe your absolutely sluttiest shorts! Were they wrecked? o A. They were dark blue with the pockets hanging out. They were small a...d really tight. Guess, probably a hundred bucks. Four buttons up the front. They hugged my ass cheeks and pussy nicely. Tight and really soft well worn denim. I was constantly ass smacked in them. o o Q. What was the most one session orgasms you had when they got you in the bar and had their way with you? o A. Probably six. o o Q. Did they ever. She was too terrifiedto scream. The sweat was pouring out of her inflamed body. At a signal thetwo girls easily unhooked her ankle chains from the wrist wrings and spreadher legs as wide as they would go. The guard approached her from the front, pushed both his thumbs into her cuntand spread it widely and violently. Than, with one sudden blow, he pushed thatthing he was wearing into her. It only penetrated a couple of inches but thereaction was electric. Lady Josephine stiffened and then. He takes my hand and leads me to a corner of the hall where a claw-footed bathtub resides, filled with steamy hot water and big enough for two. Whitey slips me out of my damaged dress and lifts me gently into the tub before stepping out of his jeans and straight into the water. I sigh lightly as the heat relaxes my sore thighs and hips, both aching from the rough sex only moments before. Whitey rubs some musky body wash over my skin, the smell relaxing and stimulating me simultaneously. His. We watched in a horny state of awe as he sucked the head, pulled away his lips and then flick the tip of his cock with his tongue. As he was going down on himself, he was stroking the shaft with one hand and squeezing his balls with the other. At times he was pumping so hard on his cock his balls were bouncing up and down slamming against his hand on the downward stroke. Each time his balls slapped his hand, a look of increased pleasure came across his face; a momentary vision of extreme.