"What do you mean?" Well, if the roads are open, then you can take me into town. I can check the police station. Maybe someone has reported me missing..." Why did the idea of leaving this house, the kids, of leaving him hurt so much?Because you fell in love with him, with all of them."Sure, we can go check in at the police station if you want. Wouldn't it be easier to call them though?" Call them?" Well, now that the phone works, we could call and make a report, see if you've been reported. She was jacking me off right there on the floor. I started to un-do her pants as well but she stopped me. Halted but still determined I started thinking. I was thinking about the previous Arab dude. Maybe Sara voluntarily grabbed his dick. Was Sara was putting her hands on him and having her way while I was not looking or did the Arab dude just go over board. Sara finished dancing with me and ran to the bath room again. I thought about the earlier incident and it really started to turned me. Please fuck me” I begged again. I had no self respect. All I wanted was the stranger to fuck me like a cheap whore.He loved it when I used the nasty words and as a reward he slowly pushed his dick in me. It was so big and as anticipated, I wasn’t able to take it.“Is it paining?” He asked me.“I don’t care. Andar dal,” I replied and grabbed his neck and pulled him on top of me.He fell on my chest and I held my boob in front of his mouth which he took happily. He sucked my tight nipple and pushed. They took turns fucking my face with each guy doing it until he got good and hard. Finally, they led to me what had to be some kind of exam table. My hands were untied and I was lifted up. My legs were spread open and my feet tied into stirrups. My arms were stretched back over my head and tied at the wrists. When they were done, I got the feeling everyone was standing around looking at me, naked, white, with my wet cunt flapping out in the open for everyone to see. “Do you want to get.