He then took us up stairs and healed out wounds. From there back to the dungeon for another session with many guys. This went on for an hour and we ...ad an hour rest to heal and eat. This day were were visited 8 times by various guys and once by 10 women. It was a day of orgasms, orgasms and more orgasms. Each of the groups did various things. Some like to whip, some like to fuck and some like to pee all over us. That is generally how the sessions ended. I have never had a day like. She did as he told.i was happy when Lisa asked me to dance.sometimes she had some strange moves,but i thought of the leg cramps she said she had.as soon as the song was over she wanted to go back to our booth.to sore she said.she hurried back and squeezing in beside my boss.After 10 seconds my boss's hand disappear again.2 minutes after that and some shuffling again.again Lisa's dress was around her waist,my boss feeling her legs.He asked what she thought about the egg.I like it she said,so. About three miles wide by five or six long. Maximum of 18 square miles in the hundreds of thousands in the Pacific. Where we stood in the warm sun was about two thirds down one of the longer sides, and the highest point was a smallish mountain that looked to be an old volcano, long dormant. We stood there and scanned the horizon, looking for planes or ships, seeing none. I moved behind Lena, and circled my arms around her waist, pulling her back to me and smelling her hair. She sighed and. And hear a far more serious growl escape from my throat. " GGGGGGRRRRRRR...UUUUUUUUHHHHHHH." It sends her over the edge. She takes this as a challenge. She won't let me cum without her. She peels my hand from its grip on her shoulder and forces it down firmly between her legs, pushing it flat, holding it hard against her aching swollen clit while she rises and falls back onto me –forcefully, furiously, repeatedly, hungrily. Riding me. Rubbing against my hand. Delirious. Frantic. Out of herself..