On and all she had on was a t-shirt and pink panties and the shirt was pulled up so much you could see the top of her panties where the little elastic...ring was to hold them on and with out saying a word I closed the door walked over to the couch and stood in front of her. I then started undoing my pants and pulled down my boxers and held my dick which was not fully erect because of the alcohol consumption earlier and I put it about half an inch from her lips and she looked up at me and said. "Let me fuck that nasty pussy!" The older voice saidI smiled as I backed up against the wall and his cock pushed deep in me. He started to fuck me hard and we were making a thumping noise. I could see the boy try to see what he could of me being fucked. I knew he was stroking that boy dick as hard as he could!"That's it fuck my pussy!" I begged as he pumped me"Yeah nice and hot! Take that cock bitch!" Said the voice as I heard the boy whimper as he saw me being fucked"You are a nasty boy. They were. My two lovers were here. I was certain of that. I felt safe and relaxed a bit. But a moment later, while still feeling them move around me doing who-knows-what, I caught another scent. One I could not put a face to, but certainly knew to be that of a woman. As music began to play, just loud enough to mask any mistaken whispers in the otherwise silent room, I felt my lovers come to either side of me. One strong hand reached behind me to the small of my back, arching my body forward. She was same ageas Marla. "So, you and Miss Jones are just friends, ha?" she began, "I thinkthat we should talk about this somewhere else, less crowded" I said, andshe looked at me inquiringly, "Ok…maybe…maybe we can go tomy room, we'll have enough privacy there" that sounded good, "Yes, I thinkthat'll do" and we went up. We took our coats of and sat in the dayroom.She had a suite; it was rather big. She removed her shoes and said, "Theseare killers" and then she took out the gun, handcuffs,.