I like to think it wasonly three or four, but it was probably eight or ten.At a certain point I heard a scuffle and people yelling, pushing andscreami...g. I think I heard George yelling "Papi!"I was in and out of consciousness. I was aware of being lifted out of the"hammock" and then leaning against the passenger side window of a car as Iwas driven away moaning.When I woke up the next day, my head was throbbing with the worst headacheI ever had.I had a hard time getting my eyes to focus and had. ”“Come on, man...” Brad begged, getting up and looking me in the eyes as he put his hands on my shoulders. “Please, Tim. This thing is killing me.”The truth bubbled to the surface within the momentary empathic link, and it was something I hadn’t detected or expected. The reason he was wrought with anguish and humiliation was because he had thoroughly enjoyed the B&D aspect of the experience and yearned for more.“Oh, Bradley...” Sandi cooed as she rushed through the door and hugged him.Brad. She stroked her hand over Melissa’s mound to the sound of soft gasps filling the air as Melissa lifted her bottom off the bed. Emily’s fingers stuck to the juices that spread over the crimson garment.Both women inhaled and exhaled in unison; both taking deep breaths, both of their bosoms heaving with anticipation.Melissa cupped her breasts with both hands and squeezed them. Her tongue slipping from between her lips before flicking it up and down.Emily lowered her gaze to the cleft between the. “Ah hell. I’m fuck da shit outta you. First, I gotta take a leak doe. Git ready!”Cabbage arched his back as Sirvaughn began to stick his dick inside the tight rectum. Cabbage winced. Then, he felt a warm rush as the aggressor started to relieve himself. “You a straight up fag! Lettin’ a nigga piss in you and shit,” remarked Sirvaughn.“Yes sir,” Cabbage agreed.The pee enema gushed back out all over Sirvaughn’s massive boner and the corner of the bed. He opined, “You a nasty punk! Take dis dick.