There were hands all over my body and my tits were being fondled like they never were before. I must admit it felt good!!!I know what it's like to fon...led I’ve been fondled before but never like this. While being tied up I was looking around the basement and kept seeing more and more men coming down the stairs. There had to be at least 50 men there by now and it looked like more were on the way. All I heard was let’s fuck the Bitch and give her something to remember us by. All I kept thinking. “Please FatherJohn, that hurts,” she begged him, but he continued to pull her open,feeling like she was being split up the middle. She did not even notice herskirt rising up high on her thighs. When her left leghung over the side of the desk, he got out another shiny cross, placing itin a hole in the desk. She had not noticed the holes. Her thighs ached, hergroin felt like it was splitting up the middle as she watched the clock slowlycount out the seconds. Father John watchedher strain, her. Neither of us slept very well, too excited. The next evening around 6 the doorbell rang and it was them, they were all very handsome and I turned on the lights, grabbed the still camera and snapped away as one glorious view after another presented itself as she dove right into the lustful evening. First grabbing the largest of the five and trying to deep throat him, She didn't get far, but they both enjoyed it and so did I.He then flipped her on her back and drove his rock hard dick in her as. When a customer bought a pair of panties, she had to leave her used one at the store which made money both ways, with the new panties and reselling the old ones. Actually, Moïra had a kind heart and the money the store made with the used panties was always given to charities caring for battered, homeless or elderly women. The customers were aware of that and they gladly paid the high prices. Marsha set up a few tables with about 50 panties, thongs but without rare items like knickers. These.