Falls pretty short of describing what those ten men had done to her. She remembered back to the shock when they had thrown her on the bed, thinking as...the first man shoved his hard cock into her mouth that it couldn’t get worse than this. But it had, and it stayed worse, and lasted hours. She had slipped into almost a trance, taking their abuse, more than faintly aware of the painful pounding she received. Over and over they took her, calling her names, fucking her cunt, her mouth, her ass,. Now, though, the Barbour -wearing, Ugg-booted, bucolic set of National Trust members elbowing their way through the house would be the last thing that any of the earlier householders would have welcomed.?Makes you sick, doesn’t it?? A tall, thin, bespectacled man hooked a teasel — a small spiky dried plant head intended to prevent visitors using the furniture — from of one of the gallery’s seats and sat himself down on the faded, velvet-covered seat. One of the Trust’s room guardians, busily. "No, you don't want me to see what a sexy upper body you have, Pamela?" No, please don't undo my blouse," Pamela said more forcefully and then she tightened the firmness of her pussy's grasp on his hard cock as she writhed faster and more urgently up and down on his hardon. Pamela didn't want Judge Redding to remove her top and get her breasts bared because she was still nursing her baby girl. She felt like actually fucking Judge Redding was something she had to do, but allowing him to play. "What will it be?" she asked smiling and pushing out her chest. "Its ok, im just waiting." The waitress slumped her shoulders, smiled and winked, "Well im just over here if you want me." Her innuendo was almost shouted but I wasn't interested for now. I picked up a napkin and slowly folded it, keeping an eye on the mirror behind the bar which showed the doors behind me. Less than five minutes had passed and you arrived sooner than I expected you to. I smiled as I watched you scan the room,.