I noticed a bulge in his trousers, and shook my head. “I’m glad,” she responded, “Then this shouldn’t hurt either.” Her middle finger sli... inside me and slowly was pulled back out. “I just need to be thorough," she said, repeating the motion with exaggerated torturously slow pace. Again and again, she plunged her finger inside me as I pleaded with my muscles to relax…to not enjoy it so much. “Please hold your entrance open,” she asked. With hesitation, I reached down and spread the lips of my. "Here mom, you can sit here -- there's only two chairs. Jason gave the other one away." This last with a flippant gesture of disgust in my direction.Denise was clearly a bit weary on her feet, and sat gratefully, with a heavy sigh. Lissa stood with her hands on her hips for a moment. Trying to build up the nerve to... "Here, uncle Jason -- let me sit on your lap." I somehow had known it was coming. The lap was ready.Denise grinned across at her daughter and me, as Lissa perched a little. He can not say for sure how many of the group had intercourse with her but he would guess at thirty or more either in her vagina or anal. Lots of people placed their penis in her mouth or masturbated to the point that their secretion was released over her body”. She thought a while and said “I would never say I was a prostitute to any man; never mind a huge gang like that”. “Wait we have more to tell you” the statement goes on. “When their bus was getting ready to go he made sure everyone. .. cocksucker..... cumbucket.. many more I cannot recall; but I really did begin to think of myself in the terms he used.... I WAS a whore..... a slut...... my cunt belonged to my master....... to use...... however he wanted.Finally, he came.... damn near bucked me off..... and as he slid from underneath me, without being told I moved down to suck his cock clean again, reveling in the taste of my juices and his cum, mixed together....Then I slept.....I guess I was asleep for perhaps an hour,.