Chelsie's crook clattered onto the table and in the row closest to her a very young man, no older than eighteen or nineteen, could no longer contain h...s feelings. With a despairing groan he also sank into his chair, hopelessly trying to hide from view the very much larger wet patch that had suddenly appeared on the front of his breeches. Sympathetic murmurs and applause rippled round the room. The men were pleased for the poor lovelorn shepherdess, glad that she had achieved at least some. He knew exactly how to please her. Sucking and biting her hard wet clit, she came in seconds, again her cunt flowing, once again he drank from her, she was ready for him.He kissed his way back to her, but with more urgency now. She knew he couldn't wait any longer to have her.She parted her legs for him, her wet cunt, wanting him. His cock slid inside her easily. His first thrusts were so deep and rough, it took her breath away. She loved to orgasm, but more than that, she loved to feel him. Martas skin was so soft and so smooth it was like cuddling with a sheet of velvet. Marta pulled back a few inches, repositioned her mouth over mine and kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth as she ground her lips against mine. I fell back, pulling Marta onto my left side. Nap? I asked her. She nodded her agreement, we closed our eyes and fell asleep. We slept for almost two hours. I woke when I felt Martas fingers playing on my cock which quickly responded by growing to its maximum length. ‘I WILL SCREAM ALL NIGHT UNTIL MY DYING BREATH, YOU PRICK IF YOU DON’T UNTIE ME THIS SECOND.’ He never said a word he just turned towards me and took a dirty looking used handkerchief from his back pocket and stuffed it in my mouth. ‘There try screaming through that, why don’t you?’ He turned and walked away shutting the lights out as he went. ‘Be careful you don’t vomit or you will asphyxiate and die, bitch.’ The night was dark. I was naked and cold. My teeth usually chatter when I get cold.