They each took a turn in every orifice. By the time they finished nearly half the clothes pins had fallen off. Vic removed the nipple clamps after abo...t an hour and let the blood return to her flattened nipples. She wasn't crying anymore by them. In those brief moments when there wasn't a cock slamming down her throat she moaned quietly and sometimes mumbled something that I don't think anyone understood.There finally came a time when the men's sexual appetites were sated. There wasn't a hard. And there were no bars or concertina wire fences surrounding the place. It looked like a business front for a warehouse. We were herded off the bus and over to a regular glass door. That opened automatically and we walked into a room that was a lot different.This place was clean. Walls painted, and a lot of chairs around the edges. There was one woman and a single man sitting at a pair of desks and nothing else. Our driver (Tim) walked over to the desks and gave our documents to the man sitting. " she gasped, "Somebody should bottle that, it's gorgeous."When I'd finished laughing, I held her as I explained that my boss bottled it and that it was what I moved on and off lorries all day long at the warehouse.He found it ten years ago mum, on a picnic just like us, had it tested secretly, came back and made an offer for the land. And now it's the source of Europe's biggest selling mineral water, what you drank here is exactly what you buy in the shop, no additives, just pure, natural. She looked over her bare shoulder at me with that forties’ era Film Noir look and I didn’t hesitate before I swiftly buried my oversized cock in her mature picture-perfect pulsating pussy system eagerly awaiting my pleasure. Her sigh of supreme delight was enough to tempt me to shoot prematurely, but I held my fire because I knew she was one of those dames that prided her ability in squirting halfway across a room to impress a new lover with her passionate nature.As far as I was concerned, she.