“After that, I only have hazy recollections of what happened. At one point I realized someone was taking my clothes off, and I tried to struggle but...they just held me down until I was naked.“After that ... after that ... they took turns with me. I honestly don’t know how many guys there were. I think there were seven or eight at the house, but I don’t know if they all ... if they all sex with me or not.“They were doing the same thing with Beth. She must not have had as much to drink because she. I was SOOOOO turned on at that. I could tell I was going to cum in the next minute or so. If I thought turning around so he could see me was a shock, my next move was even more so. I turned to face him. He opened his mouth to take me. I kept jerking off. My own precum made me really slippery. Just then I noticed someone outside my door watching me through the large door gap. WOW! GREAT! I thought. Again he begged to suck me.I said I can’t.He said them please shoot it into my mouth.I looked at. Because he had denied me sexual relief. With my hands tied, there was no way I could masturbate. I had never felt a stronger need to masturbate ever before. And he wasn't fucking me or fingering me either. I was completely helpless. I began to think in terms of surrendering myself to lust and my lusty son's proposal of sex in front of camera. The more I thought in those terms, the more aroused I felt. I began to enjoy the prospect of giving in to his blackmail. After all he was going to satisfy. She has noticed the young men coming to see her in their sports clothes , tight shorts, cycle pants, legs spread wide, unwittingly displaying their cock and balls. One day a particularly respectful young black man comes to her office in his tight lycra pants the outline of big black cock proves to tempting to resist. She walks from behind her desk talking about his funding application , next minute she is running her hand up and down the fabric massaging his shaft . Kneeling between his legs.