He thrust his fist time and time again trying to get his whole hand in.i was screaming but they didnt care.he finally stop trying and pulled out his f...gers,only to be replaced by his cock.he fucked me hard as the others watched.then as he was coming into my arse another 2 men stepped out of the woods and took over and fucked my face and now ery sore bum hole.after a whilwe my bum felt as if it was notgoing to close anymore after this onslaught.all the men had emptied their sacks into and onto. "What, what are you DOING?" She exclaimed while quickly pulling the sheet over herself. "I should ask you the same thing. I that a baseball bat still buried in your pussy Mother?" I had a quirky grin on my face while I said that."That's none of your damn business now get out of my room!" Although her tone was strict I couldn't help but notice she wasn't looking at my face while demanding I leave. My cock was no where the size of that dildo but mine was real, and attached to a real person. She. " "What the fuck ever, dude," she bitched, buttoning it up. Even as she just did that, I suddenly felt different. 'Huh.' "Are you happy now, boss?" she inquired, glancing back at me. I bit my bottom lip and peeked at her chest again. "Yes, Brooke, but do I need to discipline you? It seems like you don't take me seriously as your boss," I pointed out, crossing my arms. "Well, what do you expect, asshole? You have floozies coming in here everyday and you fuck them in your office over there, even. We made small talk as we drank. Half way through my second drink, the conversation led to flirting. Marcus put his hand on the small of my back, and whispered in my ear, “You have really amazing breasts. Are they real?”I blushed and replied, “Thank you and yes they are.”“Too bad your married, your incredibly sexy.”“You’re pretty attractive too,” I replied.We continued to flirt like that for a while. The combination of the alcohol and Marcus gently rubbing my back was making my freshly trimmed.