The sensation was overwhelming; I was convulsing with every movement, every twitch of their hands and face. Then it stopped. And I was left panting an... wet in the cool air as I heard the stall door open again.At first I thought it was the first person leaving, but then I felt a hand on the side of my face, I felt the bit be unbuckled and removed. For the first time in however long I could breathe properly. I opened my mouth to stretch out my jaw, but then something firm and warm was pressed. Very cool with the blow dryer. You must never hurry!"Then he was done. As he held the mirror for her to see the finishedresult, others gathered round. Her hair was a little lighter in colour,but the tones seemed much more lively, and very natural, not all thatdifferent to her natural colour but enhancing it as it were, and veryglossy. Her hair was still long, down to the middle of her back andover her breasts in front, but more wispy at the ends, and it framed herface more. It was still parted. He was fast asleep on his side, but something was different. I got on my hands and knees and made my way through the dark room. I got about 3 feet from him when I noticed he was totally nude. He reaked of beer and sweat.I felt funny but I took my time and wiggled in for a closer inspection. His body was pretty hair, from his neck to his ankles was covered. He was a hard working man that had been weathered by years of working in the hot sun. Letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, I looked. " Oh please, yes... I wanna get ****d." "AGAIN!" I wanna get ****D!!" How many guys do you want? How many to fuck you... to **** you?" A lot..." Give me a fucking number!" TEN! I want to get fucked by TEN MEN!"Oh sweet Vivian, I think to myself. Tonight you're going to get fucked by TWELVE men... or more. But with that blindfold on, you'll probably never be able to keep track of how many there are anyway."TEN?!" I shout. "You fucking nymphomaniac! Is my wife a fucking nymphomaniac?" Yes, I'm a.