Either way, they were unconscious…and they were naked. There was teenage pussy, tits, and ass everywhere.My own daughters were right in the middle o... their backs with wine bottles still stuck in their pussies. Well Angela had the neck of a Champaign bottle sticking in her pussy. I went to get my digital camera when I saw it on the coffee table. I picked it up and hit review to find that the girls had taken several hundred pictures. As I viewed a few of the pictures going backwards I saw each of. Perhaps the long fat cock of the giant had loosened her cunt forever.She grunted in disgust as the man's mouth came down on her's, his lips rubbing forcefully, and his tongue sliding into her own mouth. His hands were all over her, like mad, uncontrolled animals, they were fast and rough as they moved from place to place, squeezing and fondling her.His hands slid under her then, cupping her ass cheeks as he began to stroke into her. Like most of the natives she'd been raped by, he had not a. He agreed that the next night, after his show, I should go to his hotel room, of which he suggested, so he didn’t need much convincing. The next night was muggy. I walked up to the large hotel with its flash entrance and enormous foyer. The receptionist greeted me in silence as I strolled past, my rubber soles squeaking along the marble floor and a wary security guard monitoring my presence with grim suspicion. Once the elevator had taken me to the right floor my craning heart. I looked at him in the mirror with a puzzled look. Juan said, "it's cocaine, it will wake you up, make you feel better." I snorted it up without another thought in my bimbo head. The rush was amazing, almost instantly I felt really good. I snorted 4 more times before Juan put it in his pocket. I looked at myself in the mirror as I was finishing my makeup and I realized I was starting to feel like a sissy slut again. I turned around leaned into Juan and he started kissing me. He pushed his.