She was like a possessed puppet now, completely submitting herself to my monstrous fucking. She was joyously yielding to my desires that fused with he...s. We were one mass of carnality, flesh fusing with flesh as our bodies seem to become oneI was at her for about ten minutes now, without stopping, slowing down briefly only when I sensed my crises approaching. I had to get her into multiple, rapturous orgasms before I could selfishly think of discharging my release.Presently I felt her buckle,. There were, of course, weeks of fun and entertainment still to be had from the original cunt’s prolonged agony.The new cunts were all different ?Cunt Classifications? – you remember about that subject, don’t you, men? Who could forget?One was ?Slutty Street-Whore? and for its statutory twat disfigurement it simply had - and I’m afraid rather unimaginatively - crude, lavatorial cock-pictures and ?stick your cock up here? etc tattooed round its revolting fuck-holes. But as you would expect from. Theresa was frightened, she felt both helpless and let down. Her high expectations of doing good, suddenly came crashing down around her, as her subject matter took control of the situation, she was a woman trapped between two men, both naked and sexually aroused, in their home, how could she explain that, should she report it?The first guy stood behind the settee and Theresa could feel his heat as he lent forward and pulled her hair backwards onto the settee backing, and as she fell back she. He changed his wave to indicate he wanted us to come around to his front door and before I could say anything, Jilly was off and I followed, somewhat reluctantly, as she was oblivious to what I knew his intentions were.By the time I had caught up, his door was open and she was chatting with him and was about to take up his invitation to go inside, and again I followed.For an older man he seemed easily enough to chat with, more about us and what we were doing, he just seemed to want to know what.