I was still very high and rolling hard so no matter what was happening to me all night long I just kept cumming over and over. I was sore from so many...orgasms. Once the stripper's fist gave me one more cunt dripping orgasm, John decided it was time to leave. He grabbed my dress but wouldn't let me put it on. Daddy then dragged me outside by my leash, naked, covered in so many men's cum, my pussy dripping from my own orgasm juices as well as all the loads I had dumped inside of me all night. It didn't matter, really. What was important was that I hadn't hurt myself in doing so. Believe me; Theresa went over me with a fine toothcomb, checking every possible place I could have caused some damage.In the end, I said I would call the FBI office and ask for some help. I didn't like the thought of it. On the other hand, I didn't like what had just happened either. Being out of control was just too scary for me to want to do again, if I could avoid it.I had upset our dinner's timing. We. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH.. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH…!! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…!!” Mmmmmmmm…ooohhh….ooohhh…aaahhh!!” My orgasm was so long, so intense, so wavy and powerful…at least 12 or 13 spasms of exquisite ecstasy. I was having difficulty catching my breath. I backed away, slightly, allowing the jet stream to continue its lovely flow, but with less force, the tingling and pulsing diminishing, then slowly fading away. Though my orgasm was wonderful and satisfying, it was not enough, I needed more. I. There it is I press it and it only vibrates for a second. Batteries maybe. So I get up and slowly open the door to see if coogi is there. Nope I run out of my room and down the steps to the office to see if there are batteries in there.I searched for batteries and found them in the laundry room. Now I head back upstairs to enjoy my new found toy. I enter my room and slam the door. I run over to my bed so excited I can barely stand. I lay down on the bed and begin fucking myself with the.