I hadn’t had sex the entire time I was alone because I was bored of random hook ups and also because I couldn’t stop thinking about my watchman. H... was a tall muscular guy with a mustache and in his uniform kept looking like my hero. I wanted him, really wanted him and I was going to get him, very soon. The last day of me being alone was a Thursday and my parents were going to come back on Friday and I started my plan Thursday afternoon giving me enough time to enjoy one of my favourite nights.. .inside you...".The three boys who originally sold me to him were all watching, rubbing themselves and smiling at one another, they had alot of money now, I was gonna get some.The fat boy yelled "oooh..." i felt a surge of hot liquid fill me up, I gasped as it did, loving it.The fat boy pulled his now limp cock out and said "thanks.."The small timid boy said "okay...umm.." walking up to the boy with the mustache and asking "how much will a fifty get me?" the boy with the mustache looked stunned. Had he cum? I couldn't tell. My mouth and throat were both burning and numb. I had chocked on so much spit and flesh that I had no idea what else I might have swallowed."Back over the couch, bitch,": he said, pulling me to my feet and throwing me down over the arm of the sofa. When I felt his hand spread my ass cheeks, I kicked back once with my leg, trying to catch him in the balls. This was enough. He could hit send if he wanted to.His fist slammed into my k**ney. The pain was so bad that my. Even though he apparently knew everything about my relationship with his wife, which must hurt, he carried the arrogant authority of generations over me.****It can be extremely interesting watching from the outside, observing the behaviour, listening as the conversation grew less guarded as the drink flowed. We had been joined by eight newcomers to the party, a few of them I surprisingly recognised.One was Henry Whitaker, an Olympic showjumper married to a minor royal. She sat somewhat.