It was my chance and i did as they said.in addition to that they pissed on their underwear and told to insert it into those whores mouth.as i inserted...arvind gave me a bamboo stick smeared with chilly powder.i was happy to the revenge.And hit as hard as a could till 15 mins they started to cry but couldn’t do anything.now my sisters friends brought some ice cubes and inserted into those whores pussy.my whore sisters couldn’t tolerate it and nodded their head.so another friend bought hot boiled. I should never have done that.’ ‘You thought it, Joe. That’s the part that hurt the most. You believed it. You said that as a farmer, you knew nothing good ever came out of a bad seed.’ She gulped. ‘You looked at me, but you didn’t even see me. All you could see was William Richardson’s daughter. And you hated me every bit as you hated him. I saw it in your eyes.’ Her voice was anguished. She knew it was probably the wrong place and the wrong time to open it, but she couldn’t hold back. Joe. My friend put his arm around me and moved over and kissed me which was just lovely. His friend was groping my body through the sexy clothes I was wearing and it really relaxed me. Next the two of them turned to my body, one in front and the other at my back. God the feel of a hard cock at my stomach and one poking my back was delightful. It was sexy and it was arousing me immensely. The guy at my back pushed down my panties and put his cock between my legs. He put his arms right around my body. I rolled off her and lay back panting for air. After a few minutes I realised Wendy was in the room, holding her checklist of girls and looking at me with a strange smile for which I was unable to account. As I struggled to speak Fran, Connie, and some others came in too. ‘I’m sorry,’ I finally gasped. ‘I need a break before the next one.’ ‘That’s it,’ said Wendy, entering a tick on the list. I pulled myself into a half-sitting position. ‘What do you mean, ‘That’s it.’?’ ‘I mean, ‘That’s.