” Everyone laughed. “Don’t worry about ID kids, the bartender is my roommate.” Everyone got giddy and before we even got to the bar each ha...dsome young man had offered to buy me a drink. In my head, I remember wondering at the time which one was gonna be the lucky one to end up in my dorm room helping me set up my stereo and make my bed. It was only three or four drinks in when I started to wonder why all eyes and compliments were still coming my way. There was plenty of hot girls, some. She can’t believe you have agreed to it. If she sits on your face, you will know it. She has the hairiest bush I have ever seen!’Brianna tied my hands above my head to a bar. She then secured my ankles to what she told me was a spreader bar. I felt exposed standing there, but I knew she was showing me off to the women.‘Her daughter is well-endowed and slim. She is thirty-two and absolutely gagging for it. Her husband, whom she loves, does not fuck her anymore. She will be all over you. . She was trying to drink the wine, but her hand was shaking. I ran my hands down the front of her body until I was massaging her breasts through the tight dress. I could feel the outline of her small nipple rings I had seen earlier.“Please mister. Don’t do this.” She murmured very quietly. “I…I…don’t even know your name.”I ignored her comment and continued to grope her. My dick felt like it was going to burst out of my pants. I took my hand off of her and took a step back. “Stand up,” I said. My third orgasm with the mechanical fucker was better still. It took less subjective time to reach than the second, but my time-sense was probably just as well-fucked as my pussy by that point, so I can't say for sure. I do know that it seemed to go on for a very long time, and by the time it coasted to a stop; my cheek muscles were sore from trying to smile around the gag. This time, the guy in black kept his hands to himself, which I took to mean I got to decide when I had enough.Sometime.