This time the guys brought in their buddies after they fucked me and I had cock after cock in me for a long time. I don’t know how many there were. ...hen I woke up, I was more sober and finally found our tent.”Andy said, “Yes, I remember very well. Phil and I were worried and looked for you. When you finally came to our tent you were a mess and it was obvious you’d been laid a lot. We let you sleep then cleaned you up. You didn’t want to fuck us until the next evening.”Carrie continued, “I knew. "Madam?" I said loudly.She stepped down, capeless, holding her blue dress together between her impressive hillocks, her posture militantly rigid, her fine face a mask of distressed disgust, one hank of dark hair dangling before her lovely nose. She tossed it back and took a deep breath."Sir," she spat at the man I held at the neck, letting his toes barely touch the road, "I mistook you for a gentleman." Then she looked at me tightlipped and said, "Let go of him."I did and stepped back. She hit. After seven days without any sexual release, this was more than I could handle. My first shot of cum surprised Jennifer as it shot with force into the back of her throat. The second and third shots were just as big as Jennifer picked up the pace of her head movement and buried my cock deeper in her throat. My massive load was too much for her tiny mouth, but that didn't stop her. As she continued to vigorously suck my dick, my semen flowed out of the corners of her mouth, down my pulsating. “Bruiser! No!” Brent shouted. Emma laughed.“It’s ok, I’ll clean it. I put my clothes there frequently when I come home so I suspect it smells a lot of my other clients.”She went to get a spray bottle and paper towels from the kitchen. Turning back towards the chair, Brent moved in front of her.“Please, let me clean it. I insist. You’re not on a clock here so I should be the one to clean up after him.” He put out his hands to take the cleaning tools.Emma almost gave them to him, but thought of.