I hung from him with my feet dangling and he put me down kissing me on the cheek."Hey baby," Daddy called to me. He got up and crossed the room puttin... his hands on my shoulders and looked over me to Uncle Mike. "You still want to go get something to eat?" He asked Uncle Mike."Sure," he replied and looked at me. He just stared at me for a second and turned to get his jacket. We walked out the door and down the street to Pop's Kitchen. We had eaten there nearly every Sunday morning that I could. The noise was louder than I’d ever heard before, I just hoped the recording did it justice. My moans and whimpers added to the cacophony of the moment, the increased frequency of hubby’s camera flashes confirming the top class action that was happening.“Bitch you are so good! But I have to try that pretty teen arse.”“Don’t hurt me! “ My plaintiff whimper was not all for the filming, it was years since I’d accomodated such a huge prick in my tight asshole, “ You’ll be fine,” laughed Tony. ” Then I raised back up, arched my back and pumped as fast as I could while I ejaculated. All in all, that night we each raped her three times. My final encounter was a vaginal penetration. I had to wait until the other guys had spent a couple of hours just playing with her, fingering both her holes, playing with her tits. I even went and got my dad’s vibrator that he used to unplug the drains. We searched the house for various things to shove into her vagina and ass as we applied the. After about a month, Bob began to change and seemed to lose interest in having sex with me. We went from having sex 3 and 4 times a day to once a day, then once a week. After Bob left for work each day, I would lay in bed masturbating, thinking of the man with the huge cock and playing with my pierced nipples.Most of our evenings were spent either watching TV or spending time with Bob’s good friends, Sam and Tonya. Often on Saturdays, we would go to their house and drink while hanging out at.