I had to lean against a wall to keep from falling on my face! Gently putting her back on her feet, I began our tour of the apartment.The apartment on ...he top floor of a building is normally known as the penthouse. In our case, that is a particularly apt title. The reason is that while it was at the top of the building, it wasn’t really a part of it. We received utility service from the building, of course, but didn’t even need to. For electric power, there was a Caterpillar diesel generator. At first they didn't answer but were content to watch my chest rise and fall as I caught my breath."Nothing," said the ringleader after a short while."Why did you run then?" I asked."We wanted to get you here all alone," said the same guy."What," I said, my brain only just getting a handle on the situation.I was all alone in some dark alley with four young, rough looking guys and somehow my only way out was now blocked."Been seeing you around the last few weeks," their spokesman said, "with. She watched as he pulled the eye dropper from the bottle top and read his lips as he counted his drops. One… drip… two… drip… three… drip… four… drip. Just like the bottle had said she thought. The rush of exhilaration that ran through her was intense. Not because she worried about the Spanish Fly, unbeknownst to Stan she had dumped the contents earlier and replaced it with plain old tap water, but because she wanted it to happen so bad. She would play the helpless victim and let the boys. Later we lay in each others arms after he had made long hard love to me, his cock still in me as it started to shrink. It had done all I could ask. I felt so well fucked and my pussy so full of his cum. We showered and he said,"Time to get dressed sweetheart, I just rented the room for two hours." I blushed... I had heard of people who rented a motel room by the hour and now I was one. Then I grinned and felt so alive. I dressed just the way he wanted me to and soon we were speeding down the.