A low moan escaped the girl's throat again. Another lick, another moan, but my tongue deposited some moisture on her dryness, and even transferred som... flavor to my taste buds. A fresh seawater taste, mixed with some urine. When I glanced down at the floor, I could see that it was a little damp and realized that she had pissed on it. This made me wonder how long she had been tied to this mechanism.Soon, I was lapping the cunt as a kitten would lap milk out of a platter and she got wetter and. They received and transmitted greetings to the unseen group.About a hundred metres before our objective, two girls about Kitten's apparent age and size, came out. Behind them, followed children of various ages. One looked older than Amy. The rest looked either the same, or younger. They hid behind the two oldest, with their hands wrapped tightly around the adults' legs. All were without clothing, as I had originally found Kitten and Chris. Behind this group, I saw seven other adults. They. While she was in the toilet I asked the lads if they would like to fuck her. I added that they could do whatever they wanted to her, they all readily agreed. Susan came back into the room and drunkenly sat between the two lads again. 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. Her legs were around his waist, ankles locked to snare his cock within her body. Perspiration ran off both of them. Now she was sobbing, actually crying. Was she in pain? I wasn't sure if, or how, to respond. I felt like the third wheel, no involvement, watching my beloved wife and this black, handsome stranger with a larger cock, rut and mate with deep desire, and, it seemed, deep love. Was she lost to me? Would she ever again be satisfied with my loving, to which she had become accustomed,.