I was feeling pleasure! Harry pulled my dress up and began to rub my legs as he kissed my tits. All I could see were five couples on the edge of their...seats watching the show in front of them. Then the guys began to shout “eat her, eat her”, so Harry stood me up and helped me step out of my dress. He then slowly pulled off my panties and there I was, standing in front of ten people with just my heels on. And what a rush that was! I sat back down and Harry parted my legs with his hands and went. “Open your mouth, slut.” I obeyed. The rubber gag was shoved into place, muffling my weak protests. My hands were then pulled roughly behind my back and bound with a soft rope. The rope was comfy at best. After she had sufficiently bound me, I felt the marker across my chest. Slut #3, that’s who I was, and who I would stay. The only thing I noticed was how dripping wet my pussy was, and how bad I needed to sate my lust for a cock right now. “Hey guys, want to give me a hand with this slut?”. Although to begin with I did consider asking her out, but wasn't confident enough to, then she went out with someone else a week or so after we met. After she broke up with him we were such close friends that I didn't want to risk souring our relationship by asking her out, as I couldn't bare the thought of not having her around and the indefinable sense of utter contentment that any conversation with her or even her very presence filled me with. Anyway, before I got completely lost in my. "Oh no you don't," said Persia. Jeanne struggled, but now she couldn't free herself of Barocca's stabbing cock. Barocca snapped her head back, and gripped Jeanne's ankles. She jabbed forward again, sinking five more thick throbbing inches of her prick into Jeanne's writhing twisting body. "Oh...my...god!" Jeanne exclaimed as each inch of Barocca's cock forced its way into her pussy. Jeanne's cunt muscles clung to her shaft like a vise. Her cunt muscles were being stretched to their.