Or showing her the door, such as you did. But Sharmila has to accept some of the responsibility for creating the scene, of pushing him until he cracke.... She knew how much to push, I'm sure of it." Yes, I'm pretty sure she does." So you really want to put your neck in the noose? Is she worth it?" she asked, smiling."I'll give it another try," he shrugged. "If not, well, there's always that invitation for a drink?" Ha, ha, yes, I guess there will. But you'd have to get yourself another. Mackenzie pushed me throughthe front doors and into the elevator. It went up one floor and thedoors opened, showing hallways to the left and right. She turned to theright and pushed me down the wide hallway till we stopped at door numbereight. She opened it up and pushed me in.The room was nice, with its own bathroom. She showed me the clothes inthe closets and the dresser. "Both boys and girls wear jeans and tee-shirts, tennis shoes and white socks. That is what most of the clothingconsists. I looked down to watch her and she looked up at me. Our eyes locked on one another as I came. I came deep in her throat jet after jet after jet. As I was cumming she gripped my balls a little harder in her hand and as she felt my cock pump she would squeeze a little. Finally when I finished and she had drunk every last drop she sat back up between my legs. I lay there for a few moments while Cheryl put more oil in her hand and started lightly stroking my cock again. Only. I am exhausted and yet have had the most extraordinary orgasm of all. “You like this don’t you someone ask?” I want to shake my head no but they shove their fingers into my cunt and feel the warmth and know I am lying. “How much more can you take?” “As much as you want to give me,” I say when they pull the panties out of my mouth. I can’t believe I just said that. It is dark and I can’t make out faces now. I think there are at least 5 of them. They turn me over and fuck me and one is.