She was absolutely feeling my penis with her leg.Suddenly, I decided to fuck her feet there.She had accelerated her leg movements on my penis.As if, s...e was waiting for my ejaculation.She was pressing her right leg stronger against my penis.I couldn't decide how I must ejaculate.I must come in my pants.Or I must come directly to her legs from over her tights. But, I knew only one thing.I was about to come.With a sudden decision, holding her right leg I took her right shoe off.As if she knew. At this point I felt her shuffle closer in my direction and place her hand on my arm. I started to get flushed thinking holy shit is this happening? But I went along with it and placed my hand on her left knee, which she had crossed on her right. When I placed my hand there she instantly put her leg to the floor.Her hand started to rub my forearm slowly so I returned by rubbing her knee. “You know you smell great,” I said to her. “Thanks you don’t smell too bad yourself” she said with a giggle. And other places.“Did they rape and kidnap you? Later, yes. In a strict sense. Rationally or culturally, superficially, you consider what they did rape. Your animal brain doesn’t view it that way, though. Your primal, subconscious desire to bed so many women overrides your inhibitions, social ethics, etc., even now. For me, it’s much simpler. It wasn’t rape. It was rough, kinky sex, the best kind in my perspective. Aggressive, playful, and yet loving and possessive in its own way. You claimed. It stung so bad and felt like it had turned red. When he let go I couldn’t help but blink my eye pushing the cum around and out but hurting so much! “You bastard”! I said but all the guests just laughed. The next guy was already unzipping by the time Luke walked away happy and picked up his drink. For the next hour the guys fucked my mouth one after another. Some came in my mouth. Some on my face. Some all over my pert breasts. Some in my hair and some just everywhere all over me. They all.