I feel disgusted at myself for enjoying it, but there's only so much self-hate you can muster when you're orgasming like a motherfucker. Gradually, I ...ome to. He drags her out of the room and they don't come back. I blink my eyes open sober. There's no carpet under me, just bare, dusty concrete. The window that provided my rape with such a lovely, pleasant breeze, hasn't held a pane of glass in decades. The moon stares down at me accusingly. Firelight flickers shadows across the wall. I groan. "She's right of course", muttered Fran to Frieda as they made their way back. "Damned proud bitch that she is, I wouldn't have her any other way, though. But if Angela reneges as I feel she will, then we're leaving, OK?" OK, Francesca. I'll be right with you. How did Joanne seem yesterday when you and Annie went up there?" In good heart I thought. A damned sight better than I would be and I'm inches shorter and not so broad in the shoulders. How she's stayed sane, I'll never know. I'd love to. I’m swooning. I can’t resist the finger brushing against my clit on the way out. I have her stick her wet finger into my asshole and use it to pull my crotch so my cunt was in her face. I made her use her nose to massage my clit. This felt just too good. I didn’t want to come just yet. I get onto the bed while I have her go to the camera back and bring back the double dildo. I lay on the bed with my legs spread. I have her put one end of the jelly dildo into her mouth (through the O-Ring) and. Smiling down at me, he told me it was an awesome night, and that he really loved seeing me being fucked like there was no tomorrow by that many guys. I told him I loved it too, and then he laid down beside me and started kissing me very deeply again. At one point, he pulled up short and asked me if I would ever do it again with him, and I promised that I would be happy to try it, so long as he was "okay with it." He grinned from ear to ear, and began kissing me deeply again. This time we were.