I didn’t, but I did move across the room to a chair, and made it a rule I’d be silent here except for emergencies. ‘Peter wasn’t himself,’ W...ndy said. ‘He was also hurt by the same thing that hurt you. Nothing that happened was his fault.’ ‘It wasn’t his fault at all,’ Elena whispered. ‘I… wanted…’ ‘Elena, you know you didn’t really want all that.’ ‘I did. Oh God I did.’ She wasn’t crying yet. If I was a writer I’d have pushed in and found the tears and let them go. If you’re a girl you have to. He knew he was not to go off but still he could pound her for a few minutes. He immediately arranged Sheila so he could ram her good. He had a good size hammer, so he gave the men a bit of a show as Sheila swung back and forth against him. After a couple minutes another yelled out, put a bottle in there. Out came a wine bottle and Sheila was raised some more so George could ram a wine bottle up her cunt. Sheila was starting to get aroused with George’s cock so was enjoying the bottle as it was. She did not feel like a living corpse, she felt a complete woman whose every pore of a body wanted to shiver and shudder in a animalistic orgasm that shook her world and made her feet collapse below her. She was reminded of the incident just couple of hours ago as she felt her lover digging his dick deep into her as she was speaking to her husband.She was speaking to a person who was providing the basic needs food, clothing and shelter, but the stud behind her was brutally stabbing her cunt. I went around and she opened and told me to undress to dont wet the floor on the way to the shower, which I have started for you she said. I undressed and just had underwear on, when she told me to take them off as well. I quickly removed them with my back against her, and ran away to the bathroom and into the shower. It was nice and I was started to get back to normal in temprature. I was almost done when Ragna opened the door and asked if I want some tee or coffe, and I replied with tee. Got.