The second guy is no less brutal to me, the surrounding men cheering him on and on, to do me harder and harder, effectively spurring him on.I fight it...at the beginning, trying beyond hope and possibliity to get free, but after the third man man entering my roughly i feel all hope slip away and begin to surrender to the cock filling my inside.Whilst every minute of the torment of my body happens, the cameras preserve this for posterity.The men enter me violently all of them, taking turns, while. I close my eyes again, tighter, and open them to confirm that it is in fact you. It is. Your expression is limited, unreadable, yet smooth. Your eyes pierce mine as I stare at you, the same unwavering look. As you approach me you glance to your left and catch glimpse of the bottle of champagne sitting on my bedside table, swiftly pick it up and take four maybe four draws and set it down to continue beading up with condensation. As you stand there, legs comfortably spread, looking down at. I slipped out of my coat and lent against the table. I had hardly taken my 'stance' than he was up behind me, moving my g-string out of the way and pushing the head of his cock up against my 'pussy'.As I always lubricated before a 'date' he was soon inside me, bareback and rutting like a pig. This initially took me by surprise but he was not that big - but really hard! So I quickly got into it, moving to meet him as he thrust and grunted, thrust and grunted until he gave a roar and ejaculated. George woke me in the gray of morning by shaking my shoulder, nodding toward the loft with his finger to his lips and taking my place beside the warm, sleeping woman with a smile on his face. "Tight piece," he whispered as he slid past me. I climbed the ladder with my prod poking up toward the rafters to find the nubile young woman sitting up in her blankets, sniffing and, I suppose feeling abandoned and sorry for herself. She greeted my naked body with open arms and quickly found my overheated.