Your mother has the number."After he left it took me a long time to find the strength to clean up. I finally took a quick shower and changed the wet s...eets. I had no idea what I would tell my mother. Then I thought that I wouldn't tell her anything. She had her own issues. I also swore I would never allow any of it to happen again.That resolution lasted all night. When I awoke the next morning my breast ached. The nipples were sore to the touch, and my breasts had bruises on them. When I put on. You would imagine cumming quickly would be the opposite of what men would want in this situation, but sex, competition and money are three huge drivers for the mail brain!!You could hear the slap of skin on skin, the grunts of the men and the moans from the 5 girls. It took a few seconds for the crowd to get involved. “Come on number 2, make those udders swing” someone shouted. “Come of 5 take his cum”. “Come of 3, this stallions gonna break the tiny slut” The guy behind number 2 came first,. .The following Tuesday I arrived and in the place I ususally put my towel was a red rose and a note which read“You are stunning! I would love to get to know you more. Please don’t be scared, I have no intention of hurting you... quite the opposite.” At the bottom was an email address and under that it read: “I have something to show you...”The rest of the day I was very wary, looking around at every sound. Nothing else happened but I was very intrigued by the note. Later that night after my. "Robert, is that you?" He kept his voice low. "Yeah, yeah, we can talk about your trip later. If you want to have some real fun get your butt over here as soon as you can."Half an hour later James was letting his friend in the front door. So far he hadn't spotted any of the girls. He led Robert in to the lounge."I tell you these chicks are hot man, I have fucked all of them this weekend and they are just so in for it," James said, his voice racing."Yeah, yeah, I've heard that before man, like.