His cock wasn’t moving. Shhhh. And then I felt his cock backing out from my throat and I could breathe. It returned to my throat and it wasn’t qui...e as bad as the first time, although I almost gagged again. The third time he went to fuck my throat I pushed the back of my tongue up and he simply pressed against it a little. Much better. He did this several more times, his cock moving in and out of my mouth, before pulling it away.“That was nice, baby girl, but I need your pussy.”Okay, those. Afterwards, the four girls were led out to the back where there was, literally, a woodshed. The thing about the woodshed was, it was hot. It was the middle of the summer and there was no A/C of course. So it was sweltering in there, and muggy. But that wasn’t all. The other thing about the woodshed was that it was hell, absolute hell, on a girl’s pussy. For example, there was a rope fixed from one wall to the other, stretched taut, about six inches above the level of. Grabbing her tits; rubbing her legs; playing with her pussy. After a few minutes, I undid her bra and grabbed one of her tits, pinching and tweaking the nipple hard, bending over I sucked on one of her nipples and then bit it, something I had never done before. I kept working her tit and nipple and then I reached down to her pussy and shoved two fingers in her. In the past, I might have stuck a finger in as a I ate her out but it was always a slow, easy motion. This time I started to finger. I could tell him that I had to work late. The bar in town was full of perverts who just might be what I needed to make it a few more years with barely any sex and little displayed affection. My shoulders slumped. My hair looked awful, thrown into a hasty pony tail, its normal wavy sable locks grown stringy with sweat and fatigue. I probably smelled, had on next to no makeup, and I couldn’t go anywhere in my scrubs. Yeah, I just might as well go in the house. I stepped into the laundry room and.