I went over to rinse off the chlorine from the pool, standing under one of the showers as the cold water sprayed my body. Becky stood under the shower...beside me to rinse the oil from her body. As she arched her back allowing the water flow through her blonde hair she looked so sexy, the water splashing down her bronzed body.We picked up our stuff from the sun beds and headed to the lifts. As the lift door closed behind us, Becky pushed the button. I placed my hand on her shoulder and turned her. You are a poet, I know you prize honesty above health and wealth and all the bourgeois notions of comfort and decency.In truth, "Mary Pops Her Titfuck Cherry" had said some rather scornful things about middle-class proprieties, never mind whether Mary's cum-soaked pledge week represented a symbolic assault on patriarchal notions of mammarian decorum. Still, Alexa hardly imagined her story as some full-blown social critique. Instead, she imagined Mary now, running through the shadowed gardens,. She woke up suddenly, turning her head towards us. She gave a startled cry, rendered into a grunt by the steel bit gag that stretched across her mouth. She tried to back away from us but was stopped as she reached the end of her tethering rein."Up! Up!" ordered Steve. "On your feet."She tried to obey but found it difficult. Her arms were fixed behind her in some way and her feet were locked into curious boots that gave each the shape of a horse's hoof. As she eventually got to her feet it was. Meanwhile the man continues: "Before we start I have three requests:One: Use a condom every time. Two: Use lubrication. Three: Do not allowthe bitch to cum. Oh, and one final thing: Do make him deep-throat youand do make sure that you hold it in his throat until he twitches. He sodeserves to choke on you. Now let's get started. Enjoy!" There is wildapplause and laughter and then all the men turn their hungry eyes atJoe, standing on all fours, just waiting to be fucked.He doesn't have to wait.