The brown belt was a very physical test in my dojo. Our Sensei was a traditional martial artist who had trained overseas during the Vietnam War. And a... I mentioned in an earlier story, he was training us to fight, not to win little plastic trophies. The last brown belt test was bad. One of the biker guys we trained with had to go to the hospital after it was over, internal bleeding. So we were nervous to say the least. In any case, we passed our brown belt test. It was very hard but our. I crawled over to them and without a word began to lap up the cum from her pussy. I knew what he wanted to do and I was more than willing. “You love that don’t you slut.” Jason whispered in my ear. I could only reply with a moan. Hearing him call me a slut sent another gush of juice out my pussy. They both grabbed hold of my head forcing me to eat more of Ashleigh. His cum mixed with her juices tasted so fucking delicious I didn’t want to stop. I lapped away, licking and sucking Ashleigh’s. He gave himself a wry smile in the bathroom mirror, as he thought of the loss of Sam, and the impending showdown and loss of Julie. The very reverse of all that Valentine’s day purports to be, he told himself.“Yad Enitnelav” he said out loud and laughed at his own stupidity, as he reversed the letters of the feast day, but that cheerful moment passed instantly, as moments do, and his spirits fell back into their own personal slough of despond.He finished preparing his body for the day, and. Over the rest of the weekend I took some nasty and hard poundings, guy after guy. I got forced to swallow, slapped, gagged, choked or beaten and fisted at one point... I don’t really know, but I guessed about 50 or more guys over the weekend. They still had a few humiliating surprises for me…At one point I was tied to the stool taking it three cocks, as I got filled by them I heard them talking about what to do with me in the next room… Next thing I knew four more guys came in and I was.