It was then that the guy who was by now frantically fucking my ass was announcing to the others how "tight this girl's ass is" and that he was going t... cum. He pushed himself in as far as he possibly could and seemed to bellow out his moan that he was indeed cuming. From that moment on it I was in a dream like state. I was somewhat aware of cocks in my hands, different cocks in my mouth and the many different feelings as different cocks filled my ass. I truly felt at that moment that this was. I just wanted to drop the kids and run. But Karen was having none of it.“Now,” she continued, not picking up on my body language, “you will text me when you get there?”“Yes.”“And if at any time you feel uncomfortable, or if he pushes you into anything, call. John can be there in fifteen minutes.” God knows what she thinks he’s going to do in the middle of a hotel restaurant, but I just agreed.“Yes, yes, of course, I will.” She stopped me at the front door and looked at me.“Just be safe. . There was something she wasn’t getting. Oh … yea … “You shouldn’t blame yourself.” “I don’t.” Ok, so Carla not blaming herself for whatever this guy did, and she’s not really registering with the “oh those men” theme … Something’s missing from this picture. Maybe Ana misunderstood. “Are you having a fight with a girlfriend?” “Sorta …” “Is it over some guy? Come on, they’re totally not worth the ~” “Nooo – there’s no guy. No guys.” “Well, then maybe it’s just a matter of …” it hit Ana. I did much worse than before. I shrieked and my knees almostbuckled more than once. My poor bum was on fire, the pain penetratingdeeper as the punishment went on.For the final round, the plump TV who had done stand-up reappeared. Shewas dressed the same as before but had added a harness around her hips,from which protruded an impressively large artificial phallus. I frozeup at the sight and what it might mean. She was given an ineffectualtool to use on our posteriors, a wooden handle from.