As many of the guys as could fit around the tub in the small room lined the side of the tub and started aiming their cocks at me, waiting for the piss...to come. I just closed my eyes and waited. Ted told me to open my mouth and keep my mouth and my legs open until everyone was finished. So I did. I had no choice, after all.They all emptied their bladders on me. The main aiming points seemed to be my face, my tits and my pussy. When the first group of men had finished emptying their bladders the. She had an abortion when she was a teenager and her father had deserted the family at an early age. Her brother was a drug addict who overdosed on something that he was concocting in a lab at school. Madison had been married twice. The first time was to a college professor at least 20 years her senior. That had ended in a messy divorce when she found him in bed with a male student her own age. Fortunately, she was not the sort of person to dwell on failure and just moved on to bigger and better. Her body was the type though that many guys loved. Soft curves, not Playboy material but desirable none the less. Her 34 C breasts had started to sag some, but they were smooth creamy and unblemished. She had a little soft belly, nothing big just one from getting older. Her ass was smooth and shapely but had widened some. She had nice legs and though she didn't shave her pussy she did keep it trimmed and not out of control. For the last 4-5 years her husband had become less and less interested. She slowed as she reached me, coming to a stop before gently embracing me and holding me close with our unclothed bodies pressed together.“Marcus, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I know how much you’re suffering, I know how much pain you are in,” she whimpered, crying with her face buried in the side of my neck. She then looked up at me, her blue eyes trembling. “But it is not your time to die yet, just a little longer, darling. Please, hold on just a little longer.”I tried to say her name, but once.