I entered the main room of the farmhouse, which belonged to the 'Master', the experienced man who would dominate his willing slave, while the voyeurs ...leasured themselves, in the darkness of the surrounding areas where we would sit.He had a bar in one of the corners so everyone including myself were free to help ourselves to a drink, and I downed a couple of stiff Gin and Tonics, as some of the men gathered around me asking if I was one of the slaves and complimenting me on my lack of dress.So. I couldn’t tell if I was disappointed or relieved about that. More than anything, it annoyed me that I felt anything at all about it.“No. Thank god. I think I heard him say something to his buddie about a frat party. He’ll probably come crawling back sometime tomorrow hung-over and groaning about how he’s never going to drink again. Just like he always does.” He laughed at the obvious irony in that. “I hate freshman. They’re all immature brats.”I laughed at that. “You talk like you’ve never. She was nervous about me leaving but I think really excited about what could happen. I was still a little nervious about him taking the lead with her so I told him my preference was; massage starts with towel and panties on, once the panties were off, gentle fingers on her pussy while kissing her breasts (no kissing her mouth), then tongue her pussy until she has an orgasm, then he would strip for her. If she 's interested, he would let her touch his cock. Then if she wants intercourse from. As your legs were so wide she had easy access to it and slid one then two fingers in deep making you moan out as the other guy fucked your throat. I stood there watching my cock at attention as I watched them spit roast you and knew it would not be long before they were both firing hot cum in to your mouth and pussy, but just as I saw the guy in your throat look up at me and smile as if to say can I cum in her and I smiled back and nodded Mary took the other guys cock from your soaking pussy.