They had just come back from football training judging by the pile of sweat clothes by the washing machine.I’ve always had a thing for John. I know ...t’s very common that girlfriends harbour secret fantasies about their boyfriends mates and probably very cliché, but I have never felt guilty masturbating to the thought of Johns rough hands touching my body and the things he can do with his tongue. His ex-girlfriend, Julie was very descriptive of his prowess in the bedroom and I would eagerly. As I opened my eyes, I could see nothing but darkness. The lights were turned off, off course. I had a headache, intoxication. Although I was warm and under some covers, I could feel the cold breath of someone behind me, on my neck. I got goosebumps from each feeling, but who had their arm around me? I looked over and saw some random dude, but he was hot. I felt like a whore, a filthy one at that. I looked at him to see if I could remember his face, and I didnt. Great. I got fucked by a. But I often wondered at the insecurity that his jokes were meant to cover. David’s Asian features were rather feminine and accentuated by his long raven hair that flowed around his soft features. One day David sat down to have a talk with me. He took my hand gently in his, and a look of insecurity and even fear came about his features. “Christa,” he said, “I have something to tell you.”“Here it comes,” I thought. I had noticed David’s awkwardness around his masculinity, his strange emotional. But yet they did not released the previous tools from me. Just tthey added two more misery to me. I was having no strength to protest, I was like a piece of meat which could only squeal in pain. They again started to whip me, increased the voltage, and pushed they dildo deep inside me, I fainted again. When I got sense I was myself stting on that cock chair with my hands tied from back. I saw they were waiting in the lunch table, and asking for their lunch. They came near me, slapped me many.