I was being mauled, pinched, choked, slapped, hard pulled, nipples twisted, and was being repeatedly spit on, while they all complimented the fuck a**...*l that I had now become for them. They called me a dirty whore, a cock sleeve, a nasty fuckpig, filthy fuck trash, and the list went on and on. Those names, and the degrading things they were telling me to do, had the same effect on me, as telling a dog that they had been a “good dog”. I grunted and worked each and every cock that came near me.. Now the toilet was rammed with lads all queuing for the urinals and a few waiting for cubicles so I assumed it was someone seeing If the stall was occupied.I opened the door a crack to tell whoever it was to wait two seconds but Steve pushed his way into the cubicle whipped his cock out and started pissing in the toilet.I was stunned, by the time I realised I was staring at his cock, he had long since stopped pissing and was staring at me. Our eyes met for the briefest of seconds before we were. The gorgeous woman smiled, and said. “You must be Sukky, come on in both of you, we are just having a drink.” Sukky walked in, leaving Joe to bring her bag. There were several men setting up lights, and a girl with a light meter. “Drink first, then the paperwork, OK,” said the gorgeous woman.Sukky had a glass of mineral water. She saw a tri pod, with sheets of A3 clipped to it. It outlined the days filming. Before she could read where she was in the script, Joe handed her the file with her. Mummy jor se bol rahi thi chus apni maa ki choot aur jor se choos jahase tu bahar aayi thi, mein mummy ki choot aur jor se chus rahi thi,mummy bhi apni choot jor se upar niche kar rahi thi, aunty bhi meri choot jorse chus rahi thi, achank aunty uthi aur mere chote chote boobs ko jor se masalane lagi mein machal uthi pahali bar koi aurat mere boobs ko daba rahi thi aur dabate ja rahi thi, mein jor se chilla rahi aur jor se dabao shakuntala aunty mein ne bhi aunty ke bare bare boobs haat mein.