"The bitch is feelin' it now," one voice said, to even more laughter.Robert frantically whipped his head from side to side, too frightened to notice t...e long blonde hair that fell across his eyes. All he could think of was getting away, but there was no escape. Slowly, as he ceased struggling, certain realizations began to filter through his terror and pain.First, that he was face-down on some sort of narrow, padded table similar to a massage table, and that the table was surrounded by men he. Grabbing my hair in a fist, you force me to arch my back, as you pound me from behind. You leave no room for doubt: I am yours to take, to use, to conquer.Wrapping your arm around my neck, you pull me closer, so my back is against your chest. It’s slick with sweat and your ragged breathing is an accompaniment to your grinding hips.Your free hand goes between my legs, working my clit.“Cum for me, you fucking slut,” you growl. “Show me how much you love my cock in you, whore.”It’s as much the way. After sometime Megha and I hit the dance floor, as we start to dance the floor slowly started to be filled and finally the lights get dimmed which made it hard to see who was beside you unless you touch them.Finding an opportunity Megha started to rub her ass on my dick in the name of the dance, turning around and trying to seduce me in all ways possible. This seduction went on with her occasional rubbing and pressing of my dick which brought me to my threshold.I bent over and whispered in her. "Yes, Wayne." She sped off.Ed looked at Wayne. "You gonna take her?"Wayne sighed. "Probably. But she's a conniving little bitch -- she needs the lesson. How many guys at your table?" Three." Put her over the table and all of you do her. Don't be gentle -- if you tear something up, I hear they can fix it where she's going. Tell Nate to draw blood, in particular. I'll come get her when it's time to go. Deal?" Deal!" Ed grinned, and stalked off. Wayne went back to his examination of a blonde in a.