Before, it had been a shameful itch that was in the shadow of her pain and humiliation. But now, for the first time, she was enjoying the rape more th...n she was hating it. She could no longer lie to herself and say that she did not enjoy the penetrating feeling, the masculine arousal she felt in the dragons as they worked their phalluses in her body, the heat radiating from these tools of molestation that were probing her orifices, the taste and smell of the third dragon that she was sucking. Ride that fucking cock for me, Baby. Ride it like a good little slut!"I watched, mesmerized, as Kathy's hips made small circles as she expertly fucked Mark's big cock. My eyes were locked onto the junction where his prick slid in and out of her little bald cunt and wet, and lewd smacking sounds filled the room as she bucked her ass all over his rock-hard upper thighs. I saw him take one of his hands from Kathy's hips and forcefully slap her tight little ass.Smack...smack...smack...smack! A loud. I wanted to do more, but Sonya had other ideas. "Unzip me." she ordered. With great reluctance I pulled my face from her perfect ass and took hold of the zipper on the back of her dress. Slowly, I pulled it downwards, exposing more of her sexy back. She then took a step forwards and turned to face me once again. Tossing her hair back, she slipped the straps from her shoulders and pealed the tight dress down her even tighter body. "There." she said emphatically, kicking the dress away from her. By the end of the song, three Fender guitars were so tied together it was impossible to comprehend who was playing lead, counterpoint, rhythm or even a counterpoint to the rhythm. Tina's onstage instrument of choice had become electric guitar recently and the three were creating something outside the normal lead/rhythm rock arrangement. None of them really knew yet where that was going musically, but it worked for them. Guitarists rarely play harmony for each other but it was easy for Tina. She.