She couldn’t count how many men were simply around her, how many hands gripped her soft, pink skin. Though, if she really focused, maybe she could c...unt how many men were inside of her. She was glad her friends managed to convince her to come to this party, it was certainly the most fun she’s had in awhile.She closed her eyes, focusing on the job at hand, and in her hands. Her soft fingers rubbed the massive members as fast as she could, feeling her body shake and shiver with every thrust that. I awoke in darkness, no lights, no television, nothing except that she'd covered me with an old overcoat, so I undressed, slipped in beside her and snuggled into to her welcoming warmth,"Silly man" I remember her saying softly and then I slept again.A frantic banging on the front window woke us both up just after eight, Annie leapt out of bed still naked and drew back the curtains, I don't know who got the biggest fright, Annie or the engineer hanging onto the pole outside our living room. Like, imagine having your very own stock car, complete with decals and logos and those real big numbers so everyone would know your name was Nasty. That's why it was number 69 according to Mark. Steve said it was 69 cause it was sexy and either way, Rusty Thunder was a nasty, sexy '89 LSC MK VII that had no business being anywhere but on a track. Daddy had always wanted to try building a real racecar and Steve had always wanted one, so ... We just went ahead and did it using the LSC because it. Gradually she wore down my resistance. After all, I reasoned, she was beginning to look better and better as the bruises faded, the black eyes disappeared and most of the cuts healed. Dana doted on being tied up, the tighter the better. Once I started gagging her, things improved greatly. I began to bury the bone with a lot more enthusiasm when she wasn't able to bitch and moan about my failings when we did the nasty. Then we graduated to water sports, which was a win- win situation. She loved.