“Yes that’s the real fun you are doing babes, go for more” Kashif asked us.Hubby also added some words now, “Yes please we love to see girl to...girl fun, do it yaar”.We both behave like didn’t hear them and busy in exploring each other’s mouth.“Did you mind if I suck you pussy?” I asked Iqra. She didn’t reply as usual just a little smile on her face. It is a big sofa, I help her to lay down, apart her legs and start licking his moisture pussy with tongue. She has nice brownish pinkish little. And it pushed me over the edge as I came my asshole tighten up. My God what a feeling being that full and the spasming as I came. Bob and I sat talking over a couple of beers after we cleaned up some. Bob asked about my ass and how I felt was I ok? Now my ass was sore but in good way I knew I would hurt for several days but I also would smile too. We swapped stories about some of the wild sex we both remembered. When he told me about a couple he had known I was surprised to find out. Well…all I can say now is that talking with him, seeing him, feeling him, and knowing him has been somewhat of a mixed blessing. Our good days and our bad days as friends via telephone and in person have been challenging and intense to say the least. As he goes through his pain and healing, he lashes out towards me. I remember one night he called me his speech sounded somewhat slurred, I assumed he was just tired or something to that effect. He had read an e-mail I sent asking a personal. They all took turns fucking me for about another hour and I was by now really enjoying being their fuck hole slave. I had never in my life thought about being a sub slave but here I was and I was liking it!They finally finished with my ass and untied me. Cum was pouring from my stretched out asshole and I just wiped off on the cum stained sheets they had me laying on.I had to suck a few more cocks and swallow several more loads but finally, all of the men except three left the house. The three.