Mandy had only had one professional massage in her life. Matt had taken her to a spa one time and they both got the works. It had taken three hours bu... they’d been side by side the whole time, able to talk.The people working on them had seemed remote, only pairs of hands that had done nice things. She’d felt refreshed and happy when it was finished and then they’d gone to dinner at a fancy restaurant.The comparison between that and what was happening to her now was laughable. Of course there. Closing her eyes, Nemi tried again to conjure up in her mind what she could remember, though what she could remember were no more than broken images.She had been into her fifth year when it happened. She was, she somehow knew, from the mountains, not the plains, not the forests.She remembered there had been a wagon – part covered, so they must have been travelling, but where from, where to, she did not know.They had left the forest that morning.Nemi was asleep in the back. The wagon rocked her. I was kind of enjoying this when a third hand got inside my pant from behind and started fingering my asshole. At this stage I had 1 dick in my right hand, 1 hand on my left boob pressing and pinching my tits,1 hand on my right boob from over my t-shirt squeezing it hard, 1 hand fingering my pussy and 1 hand fingering my asshole.And then all of a sudden I felt hot stuff explode on to my pants and someone whispered in my ears saying thanks. Just that thought made me cum to hard that the pussy. She grinned at me with that wicked grin. Slowly, she rose up and my poor limp penis went ‘floop!’ and fell out of her pussy. I could see my cum oozing out of her pussy and drooling down her thighs. I had fucked my first woman. I wasn’t a virgin any more. “Did you like that, Neal? Did you enjoy me being your slut?” I nodded. “Oh god yes, Betty! That was awesome!” “Well, baby, if you fulfill your side of the bargain, you can fuck me all you want. I’ll be your whore and give you all the sex you.