She loved it! After ten minutes her mouth was hanging open so far that I was thinking she might dislocate her jaw, and she was sighing and gasping con...inuously. Is that the ladylike version of moaning and wailing? I thought incongruously as I pounded in and out of her back passage.Looking around I assessed the other players' performances.In front of me and somewhat to my right my wife was resting her head on her forearms with Pete between those lovely white stocking-clad legs driving nine-inch. She still had no idea what Daddy's plan was for her. Was she still his little whore, was he casting her back into society to be forgotten again. She tried to push this from her mind as they both exited the elevator daddy still walking with may as he had to pass her cubical to get to his office. May was about to stop at her old desk when she saw someone else already sitting there. “Follow me” daddy said to may with a slight smirk knowing may was silently freaking about not knowing what was. "Please don't ever tell anyone what happened," she cried, realisation dawning upon her of what she'd done, "I'll do anything but please don't tell anyone. You know as a muslim girl I can't do any of this. You've ruined my life Jake!" Aaliya was now almost in tears. What had she done? She didn't know what had come over her. Jake simply smiled wryly. "Fucking hijabi whore. Get dressed. We'll see what happens now." Aaliya shivered at that final sentence. She knew Jake had something sinister in. “Every time one of the guys got finished and stood up,” Juan said rapidly, “the Gypsy girl would reach down and scoop all of the cum out of the girl’s cunt and smear it on her body. You could see her skin glistening with cum through the scarves.”“We all sort of lost track of time,” John said.“That’s easy to do when you are fucking one girl after another,” Juan added.“A couple times,” Billie said, “one of the other girls would kneel down between one of the six girls’ legs and start eating them.