" I wasn't sure if I meant to say that I don't believe her or don't believe in my own sanity after hearing such a proposal."Just one week, Master." sh... pleaded."Excuse me - Master? And ... and ... where did you get that frilly little french maid outfit?" Stacey shrugged."It seemed appropriate." was her non-answer. "I promise, you won't regret it! One week!" Still fearing some voyeristic version of candid camera I felt a great deal of suspicion - yet what could I do but nod in mute. There was a fireplace in the room, an old mattress lay on the floor and from where she stood she could see several used condoms lying next to it. She smiled to herself, trying to forget the clawing sensation inside her head; she wasn’t the first to find this house. The room was obviously being used by some k**s to party. Looking by the fireplace she found an old oil lamp, matches and some fire wood. She quickly put the wood in the fire place dousing it with the oil from the lamp setting it. I told her that I like gang bangs, and that one of my crazy fantasies, is to have a line of well hung men lined up waiting to be fucked and sucked by me. Debbie smiled and said that she'd like to see that happen. She said she had seen it happen in a video, she said that there were like 30 men waiting to fuck this nasty looking whore. She was getting fucked in every hole at one time. As we rode back to the stables, I told her that I would like to fuck Luke and to have her watch and join in. Mist gasped at the contact and smiled as Doug withdrew for his next stroke. He moved a little faster this time and banged into her clit a little harder. Doug continued to stroke in and out, moving a little faster with each cycle.The rhythmic contact with her clit, combined with the rubbing against her G-spot was pushing Mist higher and higher toward her climax. The two massive orgasms she'd already had slowed down her rise, but she was steadily progressing toward her relief. Meanwhile, the.