I laid her down and began to fuck her. I did it with her on her back and me kneeling to give the onlookers that soon gather a good view of he perfect...youg body and my cock moving nicely in and out. Around 7-8 men came into the room and those closest started touching her, having had my nood of consent. A couple tried to get her to suck them but I told them only fucking was allowed. I asked who would like to have her first and an exceptionally hairy, ill-shaven thick set Italian or Arab man of. .. his new wife. And like, what was she, number five or six? The guy was a player, he used and then dumped women whenever he felt like, it was the only explanation. I would have rather stayed homeless or worked my ass off at a shady diner, sparing myself the humiliation and embarrassment this move would be bringing us all, but I supposed me and Melanie, my sister, were the reasons behind mom's sacrifice. So we had to pack and move in with daddy dearest and we had to do it with a smile on our. She pulled herself up, supporting her light frame on her elbows, and as her eyes adjusted to the light, she followed his eyes down. She was naked. Her breasts, round and smooth, rose and fell quickly with her shortening breath, her nipples were sharply erect, jutting up off her puckered, honey-gold areolae like swollen bullets of flesh. Down her body their eyes roamed, past her flat stomach to the sparse triangle of light brown hair that seemed directing their eyes to her tender folds. She. I wanted to yell at her for asking in the first place; I wanted to grab her, hold her close and tell her I would do anything for her; I wanted to find the discipline to just let her leave – and the distraction leave with her. She turned away and my eyes drifted down to her denim-clad ass. “I like it when you watch me.” She paused in the doorway again, never turning her head. It was like a blow to the chest from a sledgehammer – my heart jumped inside. “I’m not sure what you mean…” I.