I passed out moaning like the used slut I had sosuddenly become.I woke up feeling sick and weak. I was in the back of a van on the move.My clothes wer... a mess and I looked like a street whore after a gangrape. This was reasonable I suppose, since I actually had just been gangraped. Still buzzing from the strange drug I actually missed the hardcocks in me and dreamed of more horny men taking me hard and dirty."Well well, looks like little miss pretty is awake at last." The voicesounded vaguely. " This slave thought that Master was talking about the big dildo that He has but that was not it.The slave had no time to recover from the spoon before it felt Master's gloved finger go up its ass. Then it felt Master add more fingers to its asshole and Master stretching with His fingers. It was a mixture of extreme pleasure and pain. Each thrust of Master's hand caused the slave to beg for it to end. It prayed for it to be over soon and finally its prayers were answered when all of Master's. It counts.”“It’s cheating.”“No, it’s not.”“Well… it’s not fair. You’re wearing socks under your shoes, I just have my flip flops. That’s two extra pieces of clothing for you.”He winked at me, “Then you’d better not lose.”It was a challenge, and I knew it. But, you really can’t win against the thunderbolt powerup. I’m not sure how he did it, but he got two of them, and managed to win - ahead by two laps. Off came one of my flip flops. Next was his second shoe, both his socks, my second flip. I told her that Lesly had told me that they had felt each other up and about then rubbing pussies together. I asked her if they had only done it on one occasion. Lesly looked and Susan as to say don’t tell him, but she did. She said that they had played quite a few times while they kissed. Two more guys walked past before either of them pulled up their tops. I was done with the bikes and told them it was time to get dinner on the fire. I built a fire and then washed my hands. The two hot.