She came to my side, knelt, and said, “can I look under the cloth daddy, mummy says I can, and I so want to see!”I said she could, calling her dea..., and saying for her to tell us all about whatever she found. Milly and Louise sat watching one either side of that big old table, my chair was back clear of the table end, and Claire kneeling to my left. her hand lifted the cloth gently and her eyes grew big as saucers as my poor old dick came into her sight. Now I am no prude, but I hate. Patti bounced up and down savagely; the squeaking of the bed springs and the slapping of our bodies filled the room. There was no other way to put it; I was being raped ... and surprisingly, I was beginning to enjoy it.It must have gone on for twenty minutes or more. I tried to hold off as long as could, and then suddenly it stopped. I looked up into her tear-filled green eyes and realized that for the only time in our life together, she couldn't cum."Oh God, Bill; what have I done? What have I. I was perfectly naked for him—displaying my purest form—and I watched with delight as he drank in my beauty. He brought his touch to my clavicle, tracing downwards. Along the way, he pinched my left nipple with a rough shock of pain, and brought his mouth between my breasts, tracing a line downwards to my navel. He swirled his tongue round the little inwards button and continued traveling south. I felt his callused fingers tracing through the sparse, brassy tuft of hair above my sex. Jaufre’s. I heard 4 men say something to their mates about us, and that didn’t include the men walking on their own.There’s something about having an orgasm whist your butt is stuck up in the air, your legs are spread wide, and there’s an unknown number of unknown men looking down on your pussy that just makes my orgasms much more intense. And that makes the spectacle better for the men watching.Again, after a couple of hours, we packed up and headed up through the car park to the village, passing a few.