The guy got his whole hand in all the way up his forearm. The crowd cheered and I was called a fist faggot. I was fisted, double fisted, dildo’d and...fucked for hours. Everyone loved my loose sloppy hole. The numbers of guys dwindled as they received their pleasure. Eventually all the guys were satisfied and the last of them left. I was alone still tied to the post, left with a huge rubber plug holding all the cum in my ass and a dildo down my throat, held in by duct tape. The agent came in. Rachael stepped back and was bewildered to the generosity. Why hadn’t they killed her? What were they wanting of her.Rachael walked over to the steel door and knocked on it and said ok I’m awake. A female voice then answered via a speaker in the corner of the ceiling and said about time, two minutes and I’ll be there. Rachael was good with voices but didn’t recognize this one. It wasn’t Jennifer’s and it certainly wasn’t marks it sounded very sweet with a hint of youthfulness. Step away. We had been necking and kissing and rubbing each other’s genitals when Marsh whispered that she wanted to move it to the bedroom while taking our cloths off. As we turned the corner we saw Mary laid out on the bed, legs spread slightly and knees drawn up, with Amanda prone between them and feasting on Mary’s pussy. We both stood in shock for a few minutes then I stared at Marsha to gauge her reaction. She was clutching onto my arm so tightly she cut off the circulation to my hand, and she. As far as we knew her experience with high school boys was limited, but it was certain “sweet sixteen and never been kissed,” a marker she passed a couple of years ago, had no longer applied even then.We’d known about Julian and Harper, they’d never made a secret of their affections when they were younger, even if it was years before their feelings became romantic and they tried to be discreet. We suspected Amy had experimented with Julian as well, but hadn’t seen anything to suggest Allison.