Not the Sex Object game; that was ordinary boy-girl fun. You were hilarious and I loved it, even though I nearly wet my panties from it. It was after ...ndrew left that everything changed for me. You just flipped me over and starting fucking me. You had no doubt that you could go for as long as it took for me to beg you to stop. -- "After a while I could see that you weren't getting tired and you weren't intending to stop. I didn't believe it, but you kept going like a machine. I realized that. When there was enough of a gap for him to slip past, he stepped inside and hit the emergency close button, waiting for the ramp to seal behind him before removing his helmet. He took in a breath of stale, recycled air, the heating system in the shuttle working overtime as he felt the cold he had let in dissipate. He was surrounded by crates, no doubt containing food and supplies, anchored to the floor with straps where the crash couches would have been in a troop carrier. The whole thing was. Not I was scared like hell.Suddenly another tunnel came, which was quite long, I knew rahul just went to upper birth to get something from the language.Suddenly I felt very heavy hands on my breast and someone with beard kissing me forcefully with another pair of hands playing with my thighs and another mouth kissing my thighs. I was trying to protest but both of them were too strong to get away with. Both lowered me from seat and started playing with my inner parts, one inserted his hand. I had another email from the guys, this time it said."After work surprise?"I felt instantly weak at the knee's. I knew then that my eight uni guys were going to come for me and this was the day I was going to get fucked like never before.After what seemed like a forever, it was the end of my working day, I shut down my computer and got my things together. As I walked out of the building I worked in there stood in front of me was my eight strapping university guys."What the fuck are you doing.