Fully. After some seconds she regained her composure, but it had been time enoughfor Phil and Frank to know the truth. In Natalia's home the silent wa... oppressive. She had made herself a coffeeand some hot chocolate for the boys. “What do you want” she finallyasked. “Well, at first we just wanted to be sure, but now we see you are niceand…” Phil let his sentence unfinished. “You are nice and pretty…” It was Frank who tried to talk. “Boys, you better keep your hands off, you don't know the Mafia. When one of my friends, however, tried to reach out and touch his dick, Dylan pushed his hands away. The gesture wasn’t aggressive but firm. Dylan then got dressed and said that he needed to go home and have a nap before his visit to the club.After his departure and in the lull after the storm, my friends were speechless.A few weeks later, when Dylan once more popped in one Saturday afternoon, he ended up drinking far more than normal and ended up passing out on my sofa. After covering him with. The men were now starting to dwindle as after they had cum, (some for a second or third time) they would dress and leave. Eventually there was only about 7 guys left and the theatre owner. I slowly started to pull my dress and shirt on and Phil was talking to them inviting them home to continue fucking me there.They all readily agreed, and followed us out of the theatre. Some got in the back seat of our car and the others piled into another car.We pulled out onto the road and Phil headed off. She clearly hasn’t done this before, he realized as she tugged roughly. He looked at Allison, and could make out the jealousy in her eyes. “You can stop now,” he told the girl. As she left, a pout on her face, he continued towards art, hand in hand with Allison.As they entered the room, Emanuel immediately saw the large couch and sketch pads, and realized, we’re most likely going to be roped into being ‘nude models’ for this. He looked over at Allison, and realized she had figured out the same.