The orgy, our gang bang, had officially begun. I discovered that each boy was unique in his style, some would grab my hips, some my tits. My hair was ...sually pulled and some even delighted in choking me while whispering in my ear what a nasty white cunt I was. Admittedly these were my favorite. But what they all had in common was their stamina and ability to “reload” quickly. No matter the girth or length or both their ability to inflict pleasure with pain was remarkable. These young Bulls. He continued to maro my gaand in that way and soon I could feel that I am getting an orgasm and my gaand muscles automatically tightened up and this hunk could understand it and he started to bang me fast and deep and soon I could hold any longer and I screamed and exploded” aaaahhhhhhhhh sssssssssss dddddarrrrrllllinnngggg” it was a new experience for me as a lund was inside my gaand and at the same time my choot was getting orgasm and this hunk continued to pound me fast and his force was not. Looking through the peep-hole I saw Karen with the two men plus two more. They had all been drinking and Karen seemed to be really up for it. One of the men, I think his name was Tom, whispered in her ear and she nodded and grabbed her overnight bag and left the room. Tom looked in my direction and gave the thumbs up. Ten minutes later Karen was back and she looked fantastic. She wore red fishnet stockings and a little red g-string to match. Red high heels and a tight black lacy corset which. ”“Well, I do sometimes latch on to something that might not be very relevant to the story.” He leaned in and said softly, “A failing of mine I’m afraid. Too much detail and not enough substance.”“So what can you tell me about Mr. Marberry?”He sat back and thought for a moment before saying, “In this City, the capital of our country, is a pool of the most disdainful of people, looking to line their pockets and grab power for their own personal means. Reprehensible. But, Mr. Marberry, is a man.