I suggest that if you were a sixteen-year-old girl, or a seventeen-year-old boy, in this situation, the temptation would simply be too great to explor... just a bit further. It certainly was for us. Gary’s boner strained skyward, pointing straight to the stars. It was a magnificent sight. I simply could not resist studying it. I leaned forward and inspected the rigid penis with keen interest. It stood seven to eight inches long, and at least two inches thick. It reached almost to his navel. The. .. and her wrists were still open."This ... is not good," she announced to no one.Her shirt came off with a bit of struggle, one of the white camisoles Sawyer had bought her. Her left hand was all but useless. She wrapped the worst cut with the garment using her teeth and the less damaged appendage.Blood soaked through immediately.Shit.She hadn't planned on killing herself.The girl staggered to her feet.Sawyer, she thought. I need to call Sawyer. She couldn't say how. She doubted she'd be able. She was dressed in a short skirt. Her legs and thighs were like a fashion model. She wore patent leather pumps with medium heels. “I’m Jane!” “Hi Jane.” “No! I’m Jane.” “Hi again, Jane,” I said. I was really confused. “Was she Jane or not? This was not going well.” “No! I said Jane,” she said with a bit of irritation. “Please spell it for me.” “Sure! J … E … A … N, Jane!” “Oh! My god! It was her English accent,” I laughed. “I am so sorry Jean! I’ve been living in America all my. And, as an old man came in her mouth, she orgasmed over Pete's cock and balls. Unable to stifle her moans, she was unable to hold the man's semen in her mouth to spit out, allowing his ejaculate to pump down her throat, as he grabbed her hair with both fists, forcing her face into her crotch. The group of men from other work places, fucking her mouth and masturbating over her face and tits, seemed endless. "I can't hold on any longer!" exclaimed Pete, hoping she could be pulled off him to.