Some of the guys doing the complaining were quite a bit older, like in their fifties or so. Maybe that was the problem. They weren't used to that much...exercise at their age. Just the same, these were the same guys who were forever bitching about how their sex life had shrunk to next to nothing. Make up your mind, boys.I spent the week working and thinking of Karen. I had to admit that she had got to me in a hurry. Apparently, I had made a big impression on her too. We talked on the phone every. There was enough room for six people in here along with a ceramic bench against the six-foot length of the back wall. It had shower heads coming from the back wall and the two sides, so there was almost no place that the water wouldn’t reach. The front was all clear glass, including the door, so there was no hiding in this shower.I watched the girls soap each other up like it was a daily thing and wondered whether it actually was. While they were cleaning every square inch of each other, I. Another man still in front of me, a thug in the rear, entering my hole, causing me to squeal, my cock rock hard and, because the leader mentioned it, they started saying now your are bitch. I had already been with several men and, have no problem giving head and, actually really get off on it, ****, being forced to fuck, was so much better. The whole ordeal lasted, maybe a half hour, two of them dumped in my rear and, two in my mouth with more cum, all over me. The thugs put their cocks away. She resisted, afraid of his reaction to her newly shaved vaginal area but she allowed him to rotate her. He would find out eventually. Standing before him she diverted her stare as she couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes. He was quiet for several agonizing seconds.“Wh ... what did you do?” Slowly she looked at her husband frightened by what he might say.“Do you like it?” she asked timidly. Her mind raced for an explanation.“It’s, uh, different. Why?”“I thought you might like it,” she lied..