The two of them were pounding into me when the other pulled my head towards him.I don’t know exactly when it happened. But somewhere in the night, a...l five of them ganged up on me. All five of them were switching positions. Not once did any of my holes go empty for long. The other two women had left me all alone.Kyle lay sleeping on the couch. But I was getting fucked, repeatedly. I loved their vitality and stamina. When one finished, another took his place. On the sofa, on the floor, bent over. She sucked in her breath sharply, but the expected blow didn't come. Instead the lashes were drawn across her bare flesh several more times and then stopped. She held her breath, waiting. She jumped against her bonds as Dan's fingers rubbed lightly across her already hard nipples. He continued to rub and pull at them, making them even harder. Then, suddenly, she felt the sharp pain of a nipple clip at her left tit. This was followed by a matching pain on her right nipple. The small, spring. I went on a rant that he would always have his way and women here are thought to be submissive to men but men are given a free hook by our society. 80% of what I was saying was far from truth but still needed to cover my skin. It was too much for either of us to take and she held my hand and looked up with moist eyes and said will you help me out. I said- I am always there for you and you name it and I shall do my best. She asked me that once I gave my word I cannot go back on it and I nodded. C’était ton village, Tarix.Et tu y étais heureux, ignorant tout du reste du monde et de la catastrophe qui allait s’abattre. Ce jour de drame, tu étais parti faire paître les moutons. D’ordinaire, tu préférais les taches plus physiques. Tu étais l’homme le plus musclé et le plus en vue du village.La fille du chef t’était promise. C’était la plus ravissante et la plus coquette des filles du village. Dans quelques jours, elle aurait dix-huit ans et avec la bénédiction de tous vous vous.