Through my tears i saw how both men sat down to drink a beer and masturbate looking at me suffering. next to the terrible pain i felt myself cumming a...ain and again. sometimes squirting over the floor. I saw them talking and lauging, pointing at me but i could not hear what they said. Finally, after what seems hours they switched off the current and pulled out the needles. They put me down on a dirty matrass to catch my breath. My tits looked like a mess. Beaten black and blue and pierced. They. She had a slight droop to her buns but then she did have a couple of years on her. She sure did look good enough for me to eat. I was starving for pussy. She must have been starving for cock also.That bed was going to get a workout for sure. She got on it and I, like a man followed her. I was laying on her chest and kissing her. My hungry mouth was devouring her lips and our tongues were dueling. She took hold of my cock and was stroking it. I was hard as I had ever been. Gaud I needed to get. He's about 25 I believe. Then there's Ryan. He's your typical "I know I'm good looking" type guy. His dad owns all the pizza shops where I live and he is kind of an asshole. He is very tall, and has black hair and blue eyes. He has tattoos on his upper arms, chest, and back. He's 21 and married with one kid. I remember at my interview with Ryan he had stared at my tits the whole time, and I doubt he listened to anything I said, but he hired me anyways. I've been working there about 2 months. "Cindy Dee," he addressed one of the girls who had gathered around to watch, "would you bring Jill a little pillow for her butt. We want to keep all the sperm, where?" He turned didactically to the class."Where it'll do the most good," the class replied in unison. Soon Jill's slim ass was propped higher than her head and, sure enough, only a few globs of her teacher's thick sperm were leaking from her puffy slit.Mr. Johnson kissed the girl and said, "We have to continue with the class honey,.