She was late. But my God, when she walked in, I could not believe it. Her hips sashayed with sass. Her lips were freshly glossed with red. Immediately... I got erect. I looked at her body. She had a model-type body. Her breasts were small but cute. Her legs were shiny and long.“Hey, David,” she said casually.“Hey, Gabby. Long time no see.”“Likewise… I saw you checking me out!” Gabby said, hitting me playfully. I shrugged sheepishly.She had on a band shirt. Gabby was in the woodwind section before. Patel in the shop, but he says I can use it and he even buys the vegetables off me, look."I showed her the little beetroot patch, the onions and the mass of tomato plants held upright by thin canes embedded in their pots, beautiful red tomatoes hanging off every limb."Look down here mum." I took her hand and led her to the bottom of the garden."Potatoes, you ate some of those yesterday."I heard her catch a breath and looked round at her, she was crying again."Mum, what's wrong?"But she shook. He sat me in the middle of the huge hall, but I saw no one, just Mark and me. My heart sank and I looked at him quizzically, he nodded and smiled then turned towards the other side of the room and opened the far door. A rush of low murmuring flooded the hall. There were all the men! Mark led them into the room. I felt my blood flow faster and my pussy grow wet. Ohhhhh yes, here comes all the cock, I thought. I licked my lips u*********sly. Once the last man filed into the room, all eyes were on. It would be so dangerous for a nineteen year old girl to show up at such a gathering with strange men. I was intelligent but I decided I was going to throw caution to the wind and make a little money which in hindsight could have been a disastrous decision.I called the contact number and spoke to Mitch who was excited someone had answered the ad. I told him some details about myself. He told me that they didn't just want a traditional bukkake. Each guy wanted a private party with me before they.