I was moaning loudly as another orgasm rushed though my body. I was quivering and my pussy squeezed his dick hard enough to make him shoot his load de...p inside my pussy. Again I started blacking out and when I woke up their was more than 30 men in the room all starring at me lying spread eagle on the bed, my pussy red and leaking cum from the last guy who fucked me. Then one walked up and laid down on the bed next to him and instructed me to ride him. I was so horny I was on him instantly. The kiss continued to deepen, our mouths opening, the heat and wetness. It was so perfect, so much softer, passionate, loving, than anything I had ever experienced. She began kissing along my jaw toward my ear. Her tongue running along the edge of my ear and telling me that we should take this to her bedroom. I could only moan in response and begin to push my body against her. She laughed, took me in her hands and led me to her bedroom. We both sat down on the end of the bed and scooted. One of my encounters went like this. I had been in Warsaw a number of times. I had set up a company there and as I always do, had changed hotels on each trip. I want to get the feel of a city, especially important in a city like Warsaw as there is no real city center. The Old City, or Stare Miasto in Polish, was totally rebuilt after the war. The rest of city center was built like many other ex-Communist cities. Broad streets full of potholes and lots of awful grey high rises. The bars and. Alistair’s hand squeezed my shoulder, and I saw Greagoir looking around, puzzled at the pitying looks directed my way by the others in the room.“Your Highness? Is everything all right?”I pulled on my earlobe roughly and clenched one fist until the nails dug into my palm – a strategy for staying awake I’d learned while being held captive by the Architect.“Sorry. I’ve been awake for three ... four days?” I turned to Alistair to confirm, and he winced.“Almost five.”“Five days!” Greagoir exclaimed..