I couldn't see much around me as the light was shining right in my face blinding me."Who's next?" I heard someone call out and immediately someone mov...d between my legs, jerking me down a few inches before entering me. I felt soaked inside and wondered how long I'd been here and how many men fucked me.Turning my head to the side I noticed the dark green felt and the raised side of the table I was on. My vision was clearing and I saw there was a hole in the middle of the side and a dingy white. Not a guy who was fit to be a model. “I’m Emma,” I smiled at him anyway; he didn’t seem like a bad guy. “I know,” he laughed, “you name’s on the door. How old are you?” “I’m nineteen, what about you?” “Twenty, it’s my second year here. I’m getting a degree in physical education,” –no fucking shit “-and from the guitar over there I’m guessing you’re getting a degree in music?” I shook my head, “The performing arts: I act and dance as well,” “Ahh,” he said, “very nice. Have you got a. S.. She wanted a T-Shirt and a swimsuit. Since I had a girl friend, I had to make sure I could get these into my suit case without being caught. I went to the store about an hour before heading to the airport and picked up some sexy underwear and a white swimsuit. I was very anxious the entire trip. I was not sure what was going to happen. I was hoping for a lot, but had no way of knowing for sure. Almost 24 hours later, I landed. One of my other team members met me at the airport. We talked. He wanted her to fight, he wanted her to squirm and scream, and cry out... to show how much she really enjoyed the pleasure he was giving her. Bob reached up and pushed the crotch of the panties aside. He stuck a rough, thick finger into her tight moist cunt. Candy cried out and tried to pull away. "NO," she shouted. Bob knew that no one would hear her, they were too far from any neighbors and Sandra was probably passed out on the couch. Bob began inserting and removing his finger slowly,.