I came across a nice looking bar and decided to stop in for a drink. The place was quite something. The drinks were expensive but that kept out the ri...t raft. Mainly there were businessmen sitting in groups but there was one very attractive lady sitting in a corner booth by herself. She was very business like with a black blazer, white blouse, and a black skirt to her knees. There was just something about her that sparked my desire.I ordered two of whatever she was having and walked over to her. 4 fingers deep powerful and quick motions forcing pleasure with every ounce of pain. 5 fingers fist fucking my pussy hard and deep. The anal plug would be a large by the time they got 5 fingers in. They'd wreck me with whatever devices or toys they have on hand to start my torture. And then once they've had their fill of that. They'd fuck me. Big cocks, small cocks, plastic cocks, anything they pleased fucking my tight pussy and ass. They'd violate me deeply and force me to cum. Getting pounded. Mark’s jeans fell to the floor and he kicked them off without even moving from Dad’s chest. His buff soldier legs rippling with every position change in the effort to remove his jeans. Dad undid his belt and jeans and removed them also, allowing his hard cock to tent out in his underwear, a slight wet spot already visible to me as this was all happening just 1 meter in front of me.Mark’s hands meandered down and began stroking Dad’s cock through his undies. “how’s my big soldier going down. "You have survived the first two and a half days of my torture session. Now, the fun begins." He outlined his plans for the rest of the week, which included brief classroom sessions, watching game films, and playing all-out games.By the end of Friday's session, I had played more quality soccer than I had practically all season long the previous fall. All these players were better than good, both the guys and the girls. When Olchick and his team divided us up into two men's teams, we were so.