I could feel the slightest touch,hear even the breath of the stranger as he slid his cock up and down mycrack, smearing the lube and mixing it with my...juices now flowinguncontrollably from my pussy.John tore away my blind fold; he wanted to see my whole face as both heand the stranger pleasured me, while they filled me completely. I criedout with a mixture of pleasure and pain as the man behind me pressed hiscock into my tight hole, and started to slowly but purposefully slide inand out of. Now, how best to show off your assets properly. Be a dear and stand still for me.”Alice did just that as the dressmaker fussed over her, her deft touch while surely professional, creating a growing arousal in the young woman.“Blue suits you. Brings out your eyes and your lovely golden hair. And I’ll want to show off your legs, of course, which are magnificent, and just a hint of cleavage. Leaving something to people’s imagination is always best.” She seemed to be talking to herself while. She had no friends either. Had she not been raped, she would not have had a daughter. Sighing with tears streaming down her cheeks, Petra wondered would they both have been better off if her mother had not been raped. She and her mother never spoke, never really talked. Her mother preferred solitude. She was a constant topic of the teasing she endured growing up. Now she lived in a retirement village in the south, and only wanted to see Petra once a year. She had no idea who her father was and. She was so turned on.The group of timid men stood behind everyone waiting their turned, she thought they might be waiting for a while. They merely watched as everyone else was grabbing and probing her every orifice. Some of them began to whack off at the sight of a woman so willing to let anyone do anything to her that they wanted.She immediately lowered her head and started to suck the first dick infront of her as everyone was exploring her body. She started slow as fingers starting probing.