Brad was on top of me, his cock squishing in my sloppy hole."You've done twenty-seven guys." He announced.Twenty-seven and I was still not done!When I...thought it was not possible for me to cum anymore a new orgasm would rip through me. I found myself begging for mercy as anonymous young cocks tormented my body.I was lost in oblivion of sex. An endless stream of cocks pumped sperm into my spilling over pussy, my mouth had satisfied many cocks impatient to give me their cum. I was a slippery. Usually those kids were too sick all the time or missing pieces, ormaybe not pretty enough. The kids at the orphanage called those kids,"Scratch 'n' Dent" kids because they were kind of like damaged goods.Maggie was a "Scratch 'n' Dent kid.If you looked at Maggie, you'd never really know that she was a Scratch'n' Dent kid. She wasn't as pretty as some of the other girls who lookedjust like real live baby dolls, but all the ladies who watched over hersaid she was cute and cute was really good. His hands move over her soft naked back, sliding down to her firm butt and into her panties, before moving up, taking hold of her nightgown and pulling it fully over her head, throwing it aside and sliding his arms back around her now nearly naked body.He leans down, pressing his lips against her neck and kissing her soft skin, kissing that soft little spot again and again, before finally changing position and pressing his lips against her soft milky white breasts, finally uncovered. She let's. The stirrup pole was rapidly refitted, and he saw Olive throwing herself off into her masters arms, Gethin`s eyes wet with tears from the effort, as she, this Master`s woman, rose from his lap and sat down with a gasp. A moment later, it was on with her trousers, blushing just a little, and tidying her suit.Gethin watched a near comatose Olive carried out of the dungeon, on his shoulder by her master, her face a broad smile of contentment, laced with the furrows of real and utter pain. His.