She seemed to melt at my answer but I had no time for this now.As I rode out of town, I tried to make a mental note of the town name Bajir. The rest o... the ride took 3 hours. When I pulled into Sparta, I found the street address of the church. I scoped out the church area where the revival was going to be. The target was one of the speakers at the revival. There was a large circus type tent in the grass area on the edge of the parking lot. There was a government security detail parked near the. “Yes, baby, I love it when you ask for it. I will fuck you to oblivion.”My legs were thrown wide. His cock pushed at my sore pussy again. I readied myself to feel the pain again. He pushed in. But, it did not pain like the last time. There was a dull pain, but not as severe as last time. He pulled out and pushed in again.“Oh, your cunt is tight, Anu.” He pushed in till I was fully stuffed. “Now, get ready for the ride, baby.” And he started ramming me. There was no much pain. Slowly the. Ramona and Pamela were already rolling on the bed, tits out, by the time I followed them to the bedroom and shut the door. "No, leave it open!" Ramona shouted, and sitting on Pamela's face she split Pamela's legs apart, again staring into her first sopping pink pussy. She took the sight in for a minute, and then she dove in, smashing Pamela beneath her and moaning hungrily as she slurped away, as if it was a favorite meal she'd been deprived of for too long.I wasn't sure exactly where I was. There was my trainer, a handsome Goan who took me to his house and fucked me all afternoon. There were a couple of my fellow-students with whom I had torrid sex in squalid little suburban hotels that rented by the hour. I graduated and, for a few months after that, waiting for a job offer and replies to my applications, I spent time fucking with what I called my three musketeers, long afternoons of glorious sex in Kumar’s hut. The days passed and I got no response but letters of regret. I grew.