She hopes Terrill is enjoying hearing her throat fucking.The guys holding her arms start to very roughly manhandle her breasts, squeezing, and strokin... them, and sucking and biting on her nipples, causing her much pain. She is very near to four guys now and their combined body odor adds to her nausea from the piss still in her nose. She experiences so many simultaneous painful sensations, she drifts from feeling one pain to another, and is thankful for the distractions from the shearing pain. As our orgasms subsided she pulled away a little and looked at me. She kept her arms wrapped around my neck and my cock still buried deep in her pussy. ‘Thank you so much for everything,’ she whispered, gasping for air. ‘Thank you too,’ I said. ‘I had the most amazing orgasm… I couldn’t describe it,’ she whispered. ‘Glad to be of service,’ I said, drawing a laugh. ‘Oh, my…’ she said breathlessly, putting a hand on her chest. ‘Well, I’m all for post-sex cuddling, but…’ ‘…we’re in an airplane. TJ was angry that I was so willful about going counter to his advice (I have a long history of doing this to TJ) and he decided I needed a spanking. ‘For my own good,’ he said. Kelly and I used my bedroom, she soothed my red and burning spanked bottom, and we ended up in a little sex-play of our own. I woke up later into the next morning and found my two best friends having sex in my guest bedroom. Brokenhearted, I barricaded myself in my room until they left, so I would not have to deal with. No one knew where she was: not my fiancee, Marissa, not Marissa’s father, Johnny, not Marjorie’s sisters or high school friends. Nobody. She had left Marissa with Johnny and his second wife when Marissa was three, moved out of state, came back a handful of times between then and Marissa’s entering middle school, and then disappeared altogether. Marjorie was a wild animal, by all accounts, not to be tamed, or broker, or penned. She was also not to be predicted. She fell off the map, leaving.