"That would be wonderful," I answered. I understood I had to be happy with what I had, and indeed I was! Such a wonderful experience, and I'd learne... so much!Emilie kissed me back, pulled her face away to look into my eyes as she smiled fondly at me, and then kissed me again. Then she stood up, picked up her robe from where it had slid to the floor, and walked to the hallway, her beautiful body with its wonderful figure swaying gracefully, her sexy buttocks working with every step. Pausing. They fucked her like machines...steadily and resolutely...the continued scraping of the pubic hair against her sensitized clit sending her shivering, shaking, thrashing, thrusting contorting, screaming from the depths of her lungs wild terrified feral wails as her orgasm waned. The men ignored her and kept fucking her until she passed out a second time.She awoke to a leather strop thrashing her cunt from between her legs, shattering her tender burning clit. Her wild, feral screams resounded. He took two fingers, slid them between her legs, and sank them into her now spread pussy. As he stuck them in, he could feel her pussy juices run down the tip of his hand. He took his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth.She stepped back a little bit, got on her knees, and unzipped his seven-inch cock from his prison. She then took it deep into her mouth as far as she could go; there was a handful left where she placed her hand. She them moved her head up and down on it bringing her hand. The house was nice enough, sort of that typical up and down boxy of house that people built a lot of back in the 1970's. No real character to it, except it worked for living in. I'm not much of one for architecture though. A house was a house and like everyone else in my family, I was of the opinion that it was a person's garage that told you the most about him.Mr. Sawyer had a big garage, big enough for three cars anyway, with three big doors. Other than that it was a boring rectangle, painted.