It wasn?t till later that she discovered the ?Wagering? room. She had loved it from the first moment, the risk of losing, even the joys of winning. ...hen she won she usually tormented her opponent, forcing him to masturbate for her, or having him write her poetry or a story. Losing always was sexual torment of various kinds, the more creative the wager, the more excited Breanne became. Meeting Kyle in that chat room had been a stroke of luck, for his wagers were always creative and very. My eyes fixated on her breasts, she noticed and pulled her blouse up, I immediately looked away and acted like nothing had happened. She then brought her plate and sat across me. She began asking me questions about my goals and college, I just kept answering in order to facilitate any form of conversation in a now awkward moment. As I was talking the phone rang, she answered, she sat down and began to eat while talking on the phone at the same time. This made it easier on me now that she was. Then one by one, they started having a turn with her, violently using her body to slake their lusts while she groaned like this dying animal under them. Melony had been reduced nothing more than the camp sex toy and they took whatever hole pleased them, pumping their massive horse cocks ruthlessly inside, bloating her with their primal loads. They had fired so much of the thick stuff up her ass, this sex stunned slut was barfing it up more than her gaping ass could fart it out.--- Morning gave. After some minutes of hard pumping, Ed took his cock out of her mouth and laid down with his face up next to us, he pointed his huge cock up.“Now you gonna ride this pole!”She positioned herself on top of his dick, and slowly slid it up her pussy.“Oh shit it looks like I’m being impaled! Let me get down slowly…”She kept going down slowly untill she had almost all the 10inches inside her, her eyes were crying with the pain…or pleasure..“Its so.