He pushed his dick as deep as he could and I felt a surge of thick warm cum filling my ass. I was exhausted and at a loss of breath. Then the doorbell...rang, I thought that must be room service. He went to get the door and soon it was shut. My ass was still sore and thought it was over as I felt nothing, then I felt a throbbing cock at my face so I sucked it with pleasure. Suddenly I felt another cock entering my ass and I was shocked, I panicked and wanted to escape. Someone opened my blindfold. Now all I had available was a shirt that I tore the bottom hem lose using that for her tourniquet.Putting a jacket over her to keep her warm, I headed towards the back of the bus again hoping that rescue workers were on the way. By the time I made it to the back of the bus, my count had me missing three coaches along with three players. Thinking that maybe someone had been thrown clear like I had I started moving through the bus comforting the few that were more awake that I would be back in a. His leather jeans and panties were down at his feet, and he was bucking her. And so many more. By the time Henrietta reached the Cum Pit, even with the vodka, she was shaking. Her training, the subliminals, the constant videos, had not quite prepared her for so much decadence, so many people, so many different types of sex and degradation, all at once, compacted into one small warehouse. And the noise of music, screaming, whips, catcalls all blended into discordancy that reeled her senses. The. I kept denying. With immense force, he got up, lifting me too with him and slammed me down onto the bed face downwards.“Oh, dad. Yes”, I moaned, as he inserted his dick into my pussy from behind. My senses went numb. My ears started to ring. Goosebumps everywhere. He slammed my butt cheeks while fucking in the reverse-cowboy position. I cried, trust me. Cried in both pain and ecstasy together. “Dad, please. You’re hurting me”, I cried. “Now you know how you did hurt me when you played with my.