He then used it to cut my panty, exposing my craving, tight pussy.RANDOM MAN #2: "Fuck, that looks tight."I feel something cold being poured over on m.... It's alcohol. Maybe Vodka. it smelled like vodka. They begin rubbing it all over my ass, my legs.RANDOM MAN #3: "Time to pop this hole."He goes IN. I scream... but my scream is muffled by the duct tape. The other man just sit down on chairs that they had around the mattress, drinking alcohol. Each took turns penetrating my exposed pussy. Each. “Yup. They called her in. And I’m all alone,” she complained.“And naked.”She pulled him towards the couch.“Baby, let me just relax,” he said.“No,” she said flatly. “I wanna take care of you.”“Let me get some lunch.”“Nope.”“Baby, please.”“I’m bored.”“Well, watch TV or something but…”“Kisses first,” she commanded him.He groaned but plopped himself on the couch anyway. She sat next to him, turned towards him, one booted leg slung over his.“What’d you do all day?” he asked, glancing at her knees,. This time I felt elegant, like royalty and like I belonged in its amazing surroundings. The room was sparsely occupied by a few businessmen huddled in small discussions with their drinks. I went to the empty bar to order a cocktail.“Bonsoir Madame,” said the sharply dressed bartender while he looked at me with an approving smile. Apparently, he thought I belonged here too. I ordered a gin martini, dirty with no vermouth and readied to turn around to explore the room while waiting for. Just aswell, I suppose, given my depleted bank account. But it was pretty noveland exciting just the same. Here's what happened:One Saturday morning in early March, I got up early and showered, did myhair up really pretty with a short ponytail tied with a pink ribbon,applied makeup, pink lipstick, and perfume, and put on my cutest pink-and-white dress - all to go perfectly with my nails, which I'd spent an houron the evening before. Why all the trouble? Well, I figured, if you'vebeen invited to.