She did not say anything, but just stared at her father for a moment. Then matching his tone, she said. "You should know, Dad. I know you have to be e...ery bit as frustrated as I am. I am 20 years old and I have never let a man do more than rub my clit. No guy has even fingered my cunt. I don't want a lover. I don't want a boyfriend and I sure as hell don't want to get married. I am simply frustrated. Some of my friends are too, though almost all of them have been fucked numerous times. So a. When I had finished the girls decided that they too should have the pleasure of my tongue. Izzie had to carry on serving while I was otherwise engaged. Then when I stood up I was not allowed to move or speak while three pairs of hands slid the girlie panties down while they cupped my balls and stroked my cock until the remaining small amounts of cum were milked out of me and massaged all over my cock. Zeeta pushed one finger into my anus, gently ass fucking meanwhile the other girls brought me. I can see the alcohol bottle on its side, my vision swimming further, stomach lurching. My cheeks drip saliva and foam that lands on the bourbon-infused carpet right before most of the contents of my stomach joins it, hundreds of dots of undigested tablets and froth floating in the gunk as I cough and wretch.Hands stroke hair from my temple, but the black curtain flops back down, clinging to my damp forehead above deep brown eyes that just stare at the out-of-focus floor. I close them, drained.. I sat in the kitchen enjoying a leisurelylunch, dressed in a crisp white blouse and a short black pencil skirtof my sister's. I froze as I heard some one wrestling with the letterbox, followed by a soft thud on the hall floor and the sound of thedoor bell ringing. I waited a bit and then opened the kitchen door acrack. I could see clearly that no one was at the door and that therewas a brown paper package on the floor. I crept out and claimed it. Itwas unmarked and fairly battered from the.