I swallowed all that I had. The cock disappeared out of the glory hole, the guy pulled up his pants and walked away. One would not have to be a genius...to see that I was a mess. Not only did I have cum in my hair somewhere, I had worn black and there were droplets on my thigh and shoulder that really contrasted with the white stains.As it turned out, knocking on the wall was a signal that some of the gentlemen would use to let the sucker know he was about to cum. At that particular time, that. He continued thrusting hard into my arse and talking to me as he did it. “Do you love that you’re being fucked in the arse in the terminal of the Toronto International?” “Yes Master John, I love it!” “Do you love that you’re going to be MY slut for the next week?” “Mmmmmmm, Yes Master John, I love it.” I gasped panting from his thrusts. “Do you know that we will be fucking where ever and WHENEVER I want it slut?” “Oh GOD! Yes Master John, I know that.” “Do you know your Master has given you to. She set her purse on the low table, and when I sat down, I had her recline between my legs, her back against my chest, and her head on my shoulder.Holly turned her head slightly and I kissed her softly, moving my left hand to cup her full, firm breast. Holly moaned softly and her lips parted, allowing our tongues to meet and begin a slow, sensual dance. I slid my right hand down over her soft sweater and then along the front of her jeans until my fingers reached the seam that covered her mons.. That was the easy part as the other four men pulled knives. At least, they had the intelligence not to resort to guns while there was a chance of shooting an ally.Archie was lounging in a recliner with his feet up. That made him a nonentity unless he resorted to a gun because he had to get his feet down before he had any chance of making use of the knife that he was holding. Two men were sitting on the sofa and one man was standing behind them with his pants down. He had just finished fucking.