Finally, he shoved his friends cock in my mouth and bent me over pulling my skirt up exposing my bare pussy. He admired it a little before sliding his...finger between my folds and allowing my wetness to escape down my thighs. Eagerly he shoved his throbbing shaft passed my swollen lips deep into my quivering pussy, he pounded me over and over as his friends cock hit the back of my throat until I began to moan uncontrollably. Then he stood me up & yank my skirt off, he spun me around and shoved. .asking me about my session. .joking that I must be feeling bit uncomfortable with all these men and me being the only woman. I look straight into his eyes and say 'oh no. I only come to see you guys anyway..I am enjoying the eye candy'Some of the guys laugh and some look a bit shocked and bit self conscious. .I feel the atmosphere change slightly and an older guy leaves the shower area..The guy talking to me laughs and says 'really..well us lads have clocked you a few times out here..its nice. Only the most dim-witted of his subordinates could fail to see nepotism at work.Still, you had to hand it to the guy, he knew how to throw a party.I was in my sixth year of membership in the Society, and that meant a lifetime trip on the gravy train. You need two things to get in; a penis, and the kind of fortune most human beings don’t even know exists in private hands. I made mine the hard way, building and selling oil tankers. I bet against myself just before the gulf spill and made billions. Couples typically surrounded me and begged me for threesomes with man and wife alike. I began introducing doctrines and ordinances that were quickly adopted by these sects of acolytes and devotees of mine.Chief among these were the “Wall of Faith,” a partition set up in various “Temples of Shaw” with glory holes to ensure anonymous sex, the “Dance of Faith,” a masqued ball that inevitably led to clusterfucks full of masked strangers humping each other for hours at a time, the “Rite of Faith,”.