Sandy stared upward towards nothing; her lips hung slightly open. Sandy moved her tongue around as she breathed, the movement almost mimicking what wa... being done to her other lips below.Delorah pulled her head back out from her position, replacing her tongue with her middle right finger to not lose the momentum. She took a deep breath as soon as she was clear from the dress.“Are you—are you alright?” Sandy asked. Her vagina was tightening around the finger that was drawing a swirl against one. I can’t tell you how many guys fucked me and poured jizm, at my squealing instruction, over me. I sucked dick and got showered in spunk. The stuff was all over me. I could feel it dribbling down my back, drying on my shoulder and, when I pushed my fingers through my matted hair, I felt more gloop gluing the strands together.I looked at Emma and saw how I must look. She was plastered with the stuff as well. It was everywhere.“You slut,” I grinned before crawling over towards her.“Says you,” Emma. Nevertheless, association with the pilgrims came with a price, but not, thankfully, one which involved self-mutilation: at least not on the gross level that the Sodomite pilgrims had undergone. All the pilgrims had had their tongues removed, and the third finger of the left hand mostly removed or cut off. One girl had her left hand cut off at the wrist, but the others had clearly drawn the line at a less extreme point. The girls had their vaginas sewn together, whilst the man had a bolt all the. Terry waiting until we were alone and mentioned to me again how sexy Jane was and how lucky I was. He also said that if I wasn't careful Bruce would be having his way with her to which I commented I did not mind and it's all just a bit of fun. Half an hour later Jane and Bruce came back holding hands again. Jane announced that they had been kissing outside and was that ok. I told her of course it was ok. Everyone looked like they didn't know it to believe them or my answer and the tension grew.