But Sarah still wanted more.She didn’t know why, but she was insatiable. She came almost as soon as one of them thrust his cock into her cunt, and k...pt coming as they fucked her, fifteen, twenty minutes apiece. She had not been on the table for hours, though, only about an hour and a half. Her tits felt smashed flat, but when she finally struggled to her feet, they stood out and up as firm as ever. She felt wrung out, exhausted, her cunt pulsating with a deep ache of soreness, but she still. "Yeah, freer and nicer. Air gets everywhere. Clothes are so restricting."Natalie licked her lips and rubbed her hands together. "Clothes are a barrier to be assembled when you are frightened of the people you meet. Society demands it out of religious intolerance and I reject that being imposed upon me. We want freedom."Sarah waited for Natalie to finish and then sighed. "Yeah, and we hate washing. And ironing. It's shit."Tabitha laughed and stroked the leg of her friend. "She can't iron. But. But word spread, kids talked, and these days it wasn’t unusual to have ten or fifteen boys and girls stay for an hour or two.It was partly juice and snacks; I didn’t have any doubt about that. After my first week of operation, I doubled down on groceries. It was obvious that some of those poor kids wouldn’t go home to much of a dinner. I stocked plenty of bananas, apples, oranges, which seemed to be the most popular.Probably the smartest thing I’d done was to listen to my instincts. I’d been. " I thought so." Some boys just say that." I do like the warmness on my face." Then that's reason enough to let your boyfriend keeping cumming on your face. If you enjoy it, keep doing it." Thanks."I turned away to show I was available to other girls."Hey, Bob?" Christina called out."Yes?" I said, turning back. I was always so happy to help."Do you shoot big loads?" I always have a good-sized load for every client." Oh good because I was wondering if it would be okay if you shot your load on my.