There was big table in the room. It almost looked like a massage table. So I suggested her, she can lie down on this table, making the bed to go dirty...free.We both changed into comfortable clothing. She was little hesitant initially, to make her feel better, I told her, I would start the massage over her clothes. I started massaging her shoulders. She was in her saree. After few minutes, I asked her to lie down on the table, so that I can massage her legs. It was not a massage rather. I was. I remember thinking that tickles.I soon lost track of who was doing what to me. I kept having orgasms, seemingly one after another. And the men kept coming, too. With my pussy full, they began pulling out to cum, shooting it on me instead of in me. Hot cum splashed on my face and breasts, on my belly and pussy. I was covered in the gooey stuff. The scent of it filled my nostrils and aroused me even more.Guys were fucking my cunt and my mouth, taking turns and laughing with the insanity of. He then took one of Sandy's small nipples between his index finger and thumb and started to pinch and tug at the tiny pink nub."I asked if you understand what I'm saying to you, Miss Winters," he said cooly. "I would like for you please to look up at Karen and acknowledge."Sandy, suppressing a whimper of pain, slowly looked up at the young woman who stood before her waiting patiently. As Sandy had initially suspected, Karen couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen years old herself.. Cada vez que entraba a la piscina y él andaba por allí noté que me miraba con calentura. Yo ya con mis 18 años, mis caderas, nalgas y algo de senos, caminaba por casa siempre despreocupada por lo que traía puesto. Dejé crecer mi cabello rubio y nunca dejaba de ponerme algo especial para que lo notara. Mi padre tuvo que salir de viaje y quedamos él y yo solos en casa. Una mañana desperté temprano y me puse a tomar unos vodkas al borde de la piscina con su azúcar blanca, que cuando la uso me pone.