I’d later heard (and watched the recordings) that she’d been unable to move from that spot for an hour. She was hit by orgasm after orgasm and the...’d sapped her of all ability to think, let alone move. When they started to become painful, she’d begged the staff (a few of whom were still watching) to drag her away from the door.One of the men eventually did drag her away, but not before making her suck him off. On my instructions, they were to stay away from her asshole (that was for me to. " That's your problem, not mine." No, it's both of our problems because you're in the same boat," he accused, then stood up and headed for the door. "I'm heading home to pack a change of clothes. I'll be back later." Don't bother," she yelled after him, but the door had already shut. She sighed. As if she didn't have enough problems, now she had to deal with an ex on a macho trip?What next? she wondered.When Cassie made it home that evening, she breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't see. . But then again the only one who wore makeup was Amber. With a little makeup I could be looking at a bevy of classic Beauties. I know I already loved them all.The meal was eaten in silence but when the last fork was lain on the table. The day at the ranch was discussed. Needs and desires and problems were discussed. I mostly listened unless the question was directed to me.. I just listened and watched, I noticed the table was quiet and everyone was looking at me... I had missed a question. I couldn’t explain why I had done the things I had over the last few days. Neither could I explain why I did what I was doing now. I walked hurriedly past him to the shower. Still naked, I squatted, sitting on my heels in the corner, knees spread.Bobby looked at me, eyes wide and confused. “Do it, Bobby,” I said, “Piss on me.”“What?” He asked, “Really?”“Stop fucking around and come do it,” I fairly begged, “Piss on me.”Bobby stepped into the shower, his fingers still clamping his shaft. “Do.