Sandra blushed, biting her lip, but watched quietly. She was wondering how the situation had come about, but was far too shy to ask anyone. As she wat...hed she noticed that the boys had themselves well in hand, they were jerking off and aiming at the collared slut… she was gasping, ‘yes, yes give it to me, squirt all over me guys…I want it… I need it.’ Sandra could only explain it by thinking that she was still excited from earlier… either way, she suddenly found herself lifting the front of her. “No problem.”In keeping with our traditions of low-key birthdays, Mom and Dad had asked everyone not to bring gifts, and for the most part, they all played along. That was totally cool with me, I just thought it was really cool that they all came!I spent the next two hours just chatting with people, having a great time. I got invites from several people to come and visit with them.Peter Gill asked me to come and train with him some. He admitted it was because he hoped I could teach him how to. Back on the beach, we sat under a finally vacant large shady tree, and opened the big parcel of food on top of a towel, careful not to get sand on the chips, and thankful for the lack of wind, just for now.We sat and ate then, the banter flying as the other girls told stories about Heather, and she retaliated. I just listened mostly, not wanting to use the camera with greasy fingers, and enjoying the company. Their talk did raise a question though, and I realised I was going to have to ask. My jaw strained to open wide enough as it slid past my lips. Ben grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on his cock. My hands stroked Stan and Ben on autopilot as I focused on the huge piece of meat pushing into my mouth.“That’s it you little whore,” Charlie muttered “eat that black cock.”“MMmmphggggg….” I gagged as he forced it into my mouth.Charlie’s cock pushed deeper into my mouth as he held the back of my head firmly. He hit the back of my throat and I gagged, knowing he would never get it.