Sally took a long deep breath as his hand moved over the top of her pelvic bone just over her pussy, he eased her legs up bending them, She was still ...ooking at me as his finger moved over the lips of her pussy, “Mmm, yessss,” she sighed as he slipped a finger into her and slowly started fingering her. I watched spellbound as his finger went deeper into her almost to his knuckle.Sally mouthed to me, “Do you mind?”What did she expect me to say? I couldn’t really say no as he had already pushed. After what felt like an eternity his cock finally throbbed its last, spurting thick ropes of cum deep into my throat, filling my mouth and leaking down my chin. He let me go and I slumped to the floor exhausted by the ordeal. As he turned and left, the rest of the room was revealed and I saw some six other men standing there and watching me, their hard members out, and being stroked. I quickly tried to stand up but my knees gave way and I fell back to the floor. One of the men stepped up to me. ”“I think you would struggle mightily with that,” Kara said. “And at some point, you’d want to change the agreement. It’s hard to go back from there, if you know what I mean.”We were approaching the hospital, which meant the conversation had to end.“I think, right now, I need to talk to both of them and see what they’re thinking. You both expressed a clear preference for Michelle, but you’d be OK with Samantha. And you’d both be OK, at this point, if I didn’t make any specific long-term. Then he went up to the bed, which was a bunk bed. He didn't use the bottom, the bottom was removed for space. The lights were out. We kissed up there in the top corner of his room. It was the very first time I'd ever french kissed. It was like swimming underwater in a simmering cave. I forgot about sex, I just wanted to kiss him. I never wanted to stop kissing. At that point in my life I masturbated probably two or three times a day at minimum. Somedays I just let myself have it all afternoon..