She told me that she remembered the bridge across the Hudson at Washington Heights, and she said that there was a wonderful little restaurant just on ...he other side, in Beacon. I bemoaned the fact that we were down to forty-five dollars, but she thought that would be enough, so we stopped there for lunch. Over our burgers and fries, we somehow got on the topic of architecture, and how it had changed so dramatically with the onset of computerization.On the road again, she spoke about literature. I got up and pretended that I was going to the toilet. I took my time and when i came back into the room they had wasted no time. Susan was now topless and two of the guys were groping her tits. One of them was really pinching her nipples and Susan was squealing with pain. I told them to carry on and to be as rough as they liked with her as she loves it.Susan was very soon completely naked, they got her on the floor and two of the guys began to roughly finger her cunt and maul her tits. The. One built like a rugby player, with – she now knows – a tongue like a lash and enough upper arm strength and grip to hold a thrashing woman down as he feasts on her vulva. One taller and more lithe, with – she now knows – a long, thick, veiny cock that spurts forth goopy white semen across women’s faces. One woman, small and delicate on the outside, but a fierce, violently demanding lover on the inside.And another man is walking in their midst. She knows that his chest is a little hairy and. “Cum!” I demanded, looking him in the eyes and feeling his dick throbbing harder and harder inside my pussy, driving me closer to the edge. “Oh fuck! I’m gonna explode,” he shouted, as he grabbed me by the hips forcing me all the way down on his dick. His big black dick erupted deep inside flooding my pussy with cum. The feeling of his hard, throbbing dick filling me with his thick cum drove me over the edge. “Oh god, yes,” I screamed, as I started to cum for a third time. I pumped my hips up.