Next day dinner karne ke baad maine amar se pooch ki kya baat hai kal tumhe neend mani aayee kya , usne kaha nahi bhabhi acchi neend aayee, maine kaha...to phir mere kamre ke bahar kya kar rehe the , amar sharmagaya maine kaha kyon sharmarahe ho tumhe kya chayhiye, woh kuch nahi bola phir maine use ek kiss kiya to woh bol ada bhabhi pls mujhe aapko chodna hai , maine kaha pagal ladke main to itne dino se iske liye taras rahi hoon chal ab der mat kar . Usne mujhe baho main bhar liya our pagalo ki. A neutral voiceover stated thus, the stakes, and what they were to do. ‘Exclusive footage?’ ‘Yep, ten mobile cameras at ground zero.’ ‘Or we could turn it over to the feds.’ Snorts adlib. ‘Think of the lives…’ A measured pause. ‘Think of the ratings.’ They logged on, as instructed, to the encrypted and secure chat-room. There were two other users in the room, ‘joes_rib_palace’, and the other, whom they rightly presumed to be the device-owner, under the nom de plume ‘hot_mustard’. He welcomed. That pushed her over the edge completely. She began to scream into the cocks stuffed down her throat, cumming violently, shaking frenetically, rattling the chains like a ghost in a haunted house. The demonstrative nature of her climax caught all three men by surprise and drew them in as well. The cock she was sucking was rudely pulled from her mouth, but her head wasn't turned. Instead she felt the hot shot of semen on her face, from her forehead to her chin. It lasted for a seeming eternity. She screeched terribly as her whole body fought desperately against my grip, to escape the agony being driven into her. “You lose! Now stop fighting you wanted to be fucked!” I said angrily. Pulling back several inches, I saw lots of blood covering my cock, and dribbling down her thighs. Then I drove forward again, driving my head right up against her cervix. I drew back and started slamming into her like a pile driver as she howled pitifully " OMG! OOOOOOHHHHHH! STOP! STOP! AAAAAHHHHH!"..