We both had to pee so I went into the shower and turned the water on and peed in there. I was in the shower when she walked in with me. Our bodies mad... occasional contact but we just got ourselves clean. She did notice my erection but made no comment on it. I got out as soon as I finished washing my hair and she began to wash hers. I was getting dressed when she came out of the bathroom, nude. Her towel was around her head. She asked, ‘Where are we going tonight?’ I told her the name of a. His sons walked into the roomwith a couple of hulks shadowing them. At least they didn't have cameras. Theygave each of us a brown shopping bag and a marker, and we had to spread out.We all had to write our names and our numbers from last time on the bags. Thenwe had to open them and place them at our feet. When we were all ready, theycollected the markers. My heart was pounding. I had a bad feeling." "Why the bag?" "A little slow, girl. Mr. Miller cleared his throat and said that frigging'S'. I kissed him deeply, as I moaned hard in pain, getting my anus ruined.The guy in front of me resumed his assault on my mouth. But he came very soon, filling my throat with his warm salty semen…The next one was the man in my asshole. He grunted and gave me a brutal push. He buried himself up to his balls and he then emptied his vicious load of burning seed up my bowels. He then slipped out from my aching asshole, giving a slap on my buttocks.Terence made me move onto his hard cock even faster;. I got the feeling Jeff would have liked us to stay together, but I didn't feel ready for that just yet. It would have sounded bizarre to anyone else; despite our active sex life our sleeping arrangements remained separate, and chaste. It was almost as if the spanking and sex wasn't part of our normal, day to day lives. I woke up late the next morning, face down on the bed; my usual sleeping position after my backside had been punished. I checked in the mirror while the kettle boiled for coffee..