While stroking his rod, long and slow, in the sweetest voice I could summon I said, “Tell me the name of the older man that was with you that night�...�—my voice shifted to hard as flint—“you all rap3d us!”His brow furrowed, understanding lit his eyes and he shook his head no. I kneed the dildo as hard as I could and he screamed at the fiery pain exploding inside him. Somehow he managed to bite his tongue around the gag because bl00d flowed over his lips. Yet, he just stared at me grim-faced.Jesus. He stared at the way her tits had been bruised. He reached out a surprisingly gentle hand and stroked one of her cones of titflesh, as if testing it for temperature. His hand pressed in until she winced, then took hold of the tiny button at the very crest.He rolled the nipple between his fingers until she moaned lightly and closed her eyes. The sensations lancing into her chest were nice. This was the way a man was supposed to handle her tits. Not the way Bradford had done, but this way!"Ummm,. They chuckle. One of them asks.. “What’s going on here b*o? Feeding yourself to a hungry puppy?” – The exhausted guy replies.. “Yeah; I asked if she’d like to take a few loads and she willingly accepted!” – I stare at all three of the males; turning my head away from the cock resting on my head, and smile. – “Well, we wouldn’t mind helping to fill her up if she wouldn’t mind servicing us a little” – the two newly arrived males claim; in semi-unison. The exhausted male asks. “So what do you. The kids are a real headache sometimes but in general I love them. I mean I love them even when they are giving me headaches. But my husband and I have always had sort of a cold relationship. Not a lot of touching. Sex a matter of process to achieve the goal of cumming. At least for him. I love the contact, the intimacy, that moment when I can finally get close to him if even for the short time. But I rarely orgasm. The guy never excites me. Never really has. It was like a professional.