Just about every man I’ve had sex with blows his wad in or on me, and then wants to go watch a football game. Why are you different?”Dave snorted,...“I love the feel of feminine skin against my naked body. You have nice skin.”“So do you, especially when some of it is inside me. You’re done for the night, aren’t you?”“Yeah. Six time in as many hours isn’t my best, but it appears to be tonight.”“Want to sleep with me. I’m really bushed. Maybe we could do something when we wake up.”“Sure, let me. I was in heaven that time. Then, I said her that there is a good institute in some distance “1 KM” and we can reach there by walk coz I need some time to talk to her. I took a street instead of main road and started asking her some usual sort of questions. She told that her name is Pooja and she is from Kurnool, completed her B.tech in CSE and looking for a job. I introduced myself to her and asked her that how did she believed me since I’m a stranger. She said bla…bla…bla…and finally I advised. One less layer when we get somewhere so you can pee," Dean suggested, and as she unzipped the denim there was a tiny bit of relief without the pressure of the waistband on her middle. With a bit of wrangling she got them down her long legs, and tossed them in the back on top of her bag. Dean returned his hand to her pussy, now able to slip under her panties and rub against her slit. "You're not helping!" she groaned, but dared to spread her legs. He brushed her clit, and she sucked in a quick. With the flick of a switch, the pain was gone, but you were back in the reality of your situation, uncomfortable & being used.The routine carried on, each man fucking you in turn with the woman between your legs cleaning the cum from you before the next cock invaded you. You tried to hold back as much as you could to avoid Miranda's cruel electric shocks coursing through your nipples, but the stimulation was too intense & the shocks came more & more frequently. You had been begging to be.