My SIL's abode is conveniently located right at the mid-point of my route and sometimes becomes my crash zone. Well, isn't that convenient???Our story...starts slightly before the new year, snowing like crazy and unlikely to stop anytime soon. I roll through all my clients and call Mark to see if the room is available for a couple of hours. No answer......must be working. It is late and I decide not to wake SIL Linda.I get a text, it is from Linda; Sarah is worried and wants to know if you are. He moaned “just like that. Keep it right there.” I got nervous because in this angle he was gonna bang my pussy out. He pulled out most of the way and slowly pushed inside. I flinched and jerked from the pain “don't you fucking move. I'm about to make this pussy mine tonight.” before I could respond he was full on fucking the shit out of me. Pulling out and slamming back inside. My howls and flinching turned into moans and me throwing it back. My pussy was so wet I could feel my juices dripping. Anyway, I enjoy the company of prostitutes and hustlers, not necessarily hanging out with them, but hiring them for sex, and with this very question in mind actually brought to me by our dear Brother Joseph, I hired myself an orgy. Not all the participants were pros though everyone knew they were involved. Making sure the experiment was as much like any other orgy, we had our preliminary meeting in which the leader addressed the question of learning a new exercise at each orgy, using Joseph's. Our Vonnie being triple teamed! I tried the door but it was locked. I took a couple of paces back and shoulder-charged it, but bounced off. I tried again, with the same effect. Took a longer run, and bounced off again, hardly noticing the pain. Then it opened.Standing facing me in the doorway was a man in a robe, about average size or a bit over. As I drew my fist back he jabbed me in the solar plexus and I collapsed, winded.On my knees, gulping for a breath that would not come, I could only.