"Yeah," I said, smiling at the question, "That's why people do it." "How long have you been doing it?" she asked. "Can't remember," I answered back, "...ges." "Do you come?" Tina asked, now a little more eager. I looked at her pussy, still naked and exposed, still with my hand resting on it, held there by her own hand, and briefly, I thought how much I would love to wank myself to an orgasm at that very moment, looking at her like that, smelling the scent of her down there, and I just nodded.. She felt herself becomewet as the kiss lingered. And then, it was over. She tottered slightly as hishand left the thick of her hair. She watched him, as he seemed to glide across the room to open the armoire.She saw that it was filled will various accoutrements, though what they wereshe could not tell. He returned to where she stood and presented her with a wide leather collar.He showed her its design. There were three gleaming rings set in the collar,one in front and one on each side. The back. "No." Why not?" Get the old cerebrum working, love. You’re not that dim." Spell it out." Dorinda said resignedly. "Maybe then I’ll believe." Oh, you will, ducky. You will." He was exasperatingly cheerful. "You see, darling, the crux of your situation is that it does not really matter whether you are Dave’s girl or someone else’s. If your story is true it puts you in about the same boat that Dave’s girl will be when and if she arrives. As far as Terry and I are concerned you are a simply first. As the man leave the room, a bell rings out, meaning that the 1 liter of semen as been reach. Milena hears the two doors in her room unlocking. She's starting to go outside, but cannot keep her mindof that bowl full of cum, that men fill while jerking on her pussy. At the last moment, she changes her mind and goes into the second room, staring at the bowl.The room is soaked with the smell of sperm, turning milena on. She takes the bowl, full of white, thick and sticky sperm. She rises the bowl.