”“No, no!” Agnes cries out as she’s pushed around.It takes three men to get her ready, as she struggles the whole time, horrified by what she ...nows is coming. One rips her white shirt and bra open, allowing her perky, average-sized tits to bounce free for everyone to see. The other two hold her in place tightly, though they aren’t shy about coping a feel, broad hands squeezing and slapping her thighs, her ass, grabbing her breasts until the skin is bright red. Agnes cries out in pain, tears of. They stopped outside one of the doors, which Alan opened. The apartment appeared to be quite compact, but Sarah noted that there was lots of natural light and it appeared to be modern-looking and stylish, with white-painted walls and contemporary furniture. Yes, definitely a woman's home! Sarah thought. There were two bedrooms, but one was much smaller and served as an office; Alan carried her case through to the larger bedroom. "Oh, I do like this!" she exclaimed, not really for anyone's. He nodded his head quickly. I shimmied out of my pants and then he noticed my socks. I was wearing short socks with a nice lace trim. He reached into my panties and pulled my small cock out from them. Going down he put me in his mouth. I gripped the top of his head as he proceeded to suck me off. It didn't take me too long to get very hard. After a few minutes he came back up and asked me to suck on his cock. I smiled as he relaxed on his back. He took his shirt off as I moved my head. My room was 1bk and that’s enough for 1 person . Life was going on as usual until this incident . My owner Varun treated me very friendly and even used to invite me to their home on Saturdays and Sundays and slowly we got acquainted. Varun , me and Swetha used to play caroms, cards and used watch films in their home itself on holidays and used to have dinner and then I used to go to my room on terrace. Like this 2 years passed away. The third year, in march, varun got promoted and went to.