You fucking bitch! One of the men screamed at me before tackling me to the cold hard floor. The other two quickly coming around to hold my writhing bo...y down as – what seemed to me – the leader (the one who had tackled me) sat on my chest and held my wrists in his wrists. Please, dont hurt me. I wont tell anyone, I promise! I begged. Yeah, so did the little slut back there. The leader replied. I started screaming for help as the other two men tore my pants of, taking my white briefs with. Janie blushed in pleasure and squeezed her cunt muscles around his cock. His praise made her feel good. Oh, yeah, Dad … Ive never felt anything that good. I … I want … she stammered. Yes, baby? John whispered, pulling her closer. What is it? Anything? I want us to do it often! she blurted, blinking her innocent eyes. We will, honey … we will, her father assured her, planting a kiss on her lips. Janie felt a pang of disappointment as she felt his cock slipping out of her cunt. She knew that it. One girl reminded me of Barbie a little. With the memory of our encounter still fresh in my mind, I relived it as we spent the night having sex. In the morning we hung out together most of the day on the beach or at the arcades and such before going back to thier place for another evening of hot 3way fun. The next morning, sadly our weekend was over and it was time to head home.As I drove along I thought about the pleasures of the weekend, and was eager to visit Barbie to share the details with. Although the Residence was within easy walking distance, Count Hohenstedt had offered a coach for them. Since Ellen’s and Maddalena’s skirts were of white silk and the street was dusty, they reluctantly accepted the service. The coach drove through a high gate and right into the stairwell.The doors of the coach were opened by attendants. Richard and James alighted and helped first Ellen and Maddalena and then Colleen and Melissa from the coach without dirtying their skirts. They ascended the.