Darrell gave me a look wanting an answer. I said "OK?" Darrell wanted verification that I understood. I asked what he wanted to do. Darrell was graphi... in describing how he was going to destroy my hole. He wanted to make sure that I wouldn't want another guy's cock in there. I had never been more scared in my life. Once it he started, I was not allowed to stop him. I felt weak and frail. My mind was sensationalising Darrell's destruction of my "pussy" ( as he called it ).I rolled over onto my. He told me to swallow his load, and I swirled up all the cum from my mouth with my tongue, and swallowed it all in one go. I was still being fucked by whoever had taken Brett's place. A few seconds later another cock was shoved into my mouth. Four of the men fucked me, and three came in my mouth, before they changed my position. I was rolled onto my stomach and bent over the end of the table. My feet just barely reached the ground. With my legs were spread, I was forced to stand on the tips. No problem there. My two sisters had loads of friends, and if they were anything like Liz and Katie, they were always in need of pocket money. I walked Fido a couple of times a day and made a point of calling in with him at the family home whenever I thought that Liz and Katie might be around. The girls always made a big fuss of him and it wasn’t long before they both insisted that they themselves took him over the park where they would allow him to run freely. One day when sitting in the. Above the bed, a shelf was engraved in the wall. It contained a neat pile of folded breechcloths, clean bowls, a pitcher, an oil lamp, some flints, and a steel rod. At either side of the entryway, a lit torch was fixed in the sconce.“Nuala,” Yamila said. “Will you light the lamp for us before I put them out?”Nuala nodded and walked over to the shelf. She took a flint and struck it with the steel rod a few times, creating sparks and lighting the lamp instantly.“Inga! Take Lena to our bed,”.