It was fairly straightforward and had only one major complication. How in the name of the gods would we ever get the folks to go along with it?That tu...ned out to be a non-issue. With things being the way they were, they had no problem with it. The only hard part was convincing them not to go with us.We went to several events and had a blast up until the fifth of September. That's when we put on the trench coats and looped the slings around our necks that each had a sawed off 12 gauge loaded. She just held her mouth and eyes shut each time one of the men covered her in cum. The men had intentionally held off from going to the bathroom all afternoon so now each one of them took aim and pissed all over the body of the tightly secured woman. She was drenched in yellow, warm and acrid urin. Her hair was soaked, some went up her nose and some made it's way into her closed eyes and stung. Finally, when they had finished, one man came forward and held a cloth over Atia's mouth and nose. "Uh can I help you?" I asked trying to gauge how fast I could eat the rest of my lunch and run back to the safety of the mail room. "In fact you can Iris" She said in a voice that rooted me to my seat. As she reached into her bag I was half convinced she was about to pull out a pistol to shoot me with. Instead it was a salad, "You see I take an unusual lunch break and most of the others are..." She just trailed off and glanced over at the other table that was across the room. At that moment two. "Please lock the door, we wouldn't want to be disturbed."Turning to the door, I feel Sir Stewart reach around, undoing the buttons to my waist. Exposing my bare breasts, he gently fondles them. He slides his fingers to my already stiff nipples. Sir Stewart rolls them between his thumb and forefingers. I lean back against him, lifting my skirt to my waist. I rub my arse in a circular motion against his hard cock through his trousers. "Oh God Sir Stewart, I want to feel you in my arse."As I push.