Then I heard the phone line die. The sudden silence and lack of static filled the room for a second before being shattered by her moan. "Omg! I’m c...mming so hard!" Her hips picked up the pace. I could feel her pubis grinding against mine, her clit gliding up and down me. Both her hands were holding herself against my chest. I grabbed her by the waist and pushed my cock deeper into her. She screamed in pleasure. And then the convulsions happened. She fell on my chest, her whole body. He leant forward and was clearly planting a kiss on her lips. I could hear him talking to her and gesticulating with his hands. The filming was going to start, but first he wanted Dee to drive out and come back in again, I guess it would add to the filming. Dee turned the car around and left the car park. Moments later her car re-appeared and the guys with the camera were filming. She pulled in and stopped at the same place. But this time she opened the door and pushed it fully open. She then. At the same time the man using her widened arse released his own flow into her bowels. They both walked away leaving her lying on her side on the floor. I could see the results of the multi rapes she had endured. Around every hole there were deposits of dried scum and her cunt and arsehole were opened wide to the cool air of the cellar. Her lips were badly swollen and her cunt lips were not only equally swollen but were a fiery red from the constant friction of the multiple fuckings she had. She sucked on Peter’s nipples and he was delighted by how wonderful it felt. Her soft hands continued exploring his body, sliding over his ass cheeks, making them tighten with involuntary spasms of bliss. ‘Do you like that, my darling?’ she asked. ‘Uh-huh!’ Peter replied. His cock had arisen again, and was pressing against her belly. Bonnie rolled atop him, trapping his erection between us. ‘You are insatiable, aren’t you?’ she said. ‘So are you,’ Peter gasped. ‘I know, isn’t it fabulous?’.