"Fuck her up the ARSE" shouted a distant voice. Rogers hand/thumb left where it had been prising my buttocks open, and he laughed. I imagined him g...ving the thumbs up to the onlooker.I stood gasping, my legs trembling, as a naked Francesca came and took my blindfold off again. "How was that?" smiled Roger, cuddling me whilst still having his cock halfway up my arse."Cool" I giggled, "literally" I scanned the street below, still unable to cover myself as my wrists were still. As Peter’s best friend, he’d become almost a brother to me, and Vicki a sister-in-law. We’d found enough in common to get along well, even though we were opposites in some ways. She was a tall Junoesque blonde, rather a sex-pot, while I was an ordinary brunette, on the petite side with average size Bs'. But we did have a lot of fun together.We chatted in the kitchen until the other three men arrived. Gary worked with Peter, while Hank and Roger were childhood buddies too. I liked some of them. Out-of-sight, out-of-mind, so to speak.I started pushing back towards the guy that had me pinned to the toilet wall. I wanted his spunk in my arse and the thought of that young guy in the cubicle pulling on his cock drove my mind ever deeper into the world of debauchery.I sensed that I had him. I could feel him tense. He was a long stayer and normally I would be forever in his debt. But, I had a train to catch and to be honest, I didn’t know how long I had been in the loo with both guys.I. .. Creo que hasta estir? unbrazo para alcanzarla. Pero me interrump? a mitad de gesto. Era todocasi surrealista. Me sent?a dentro de un cuadro de Dal?. S?lo mefaltaban relojes derriti?ndose. Ni siquiera pod?a llorar, de losorprendida que me hab?a quedado.Toqu? mis aros inconscientemente y luego sal? del ba?o, mientrasrebotaban contra mi rostro a cada paso. Otra sensaci?n que acabar?a porasumir como propia, como mover el culo a cada paso, como tantas otras.Me qued? sentada en la cama, esperando.