A dozen guys fucked her, some of them taking a second round.When all men were done with her and so Ana was at last left alone, I stood there, looking ...down at my beautiful little slutty babe.She was lying across the kitchen table with semen stains in her hair, on her face, dribbling from the corners of her mouth and oozing out from her ruined cunt.Anita opened her eyes, looked up at me and she smiled, begging yet for more. I could not resist and I then knelt down between her spread thighs,. My parents insisted that I stayed with them instead of keeping myself shut in at home. I said why not in the beginning, now I’m preparing to make a break for it. I can’t take it anymore. My parents are adorable, they won’t allow me to lift a finger, my siblings are great, whenever they come over to visit they treat me with care, but I’m about to go crazy! I need to do something. My mother won’t even allow me to knit. She keeps telling me to eat and take frequent naps and whenever my dad. Entering the kitchen to a wonderful smell of baking and a mountain of mince pies I shouted out how many bloody more you making. She walked into the kitchen behind me her coat gone just revealing a silk white blouse. 'No more' she said I've finished. The jars were tough but it was just an excuse' Walking towards me she started to unbutton her blouse. 'So naughty Mrs P'Grabbing her we kissed hard her saying she had longed for my cock and was getting wet chatting. Our hands over each other she. We met Karen and Emma and asked Ryan where the swimsuits were, and where we could get changed.Ryan got an A4 bubble bag, addressed to their company, from one of the boxes on the lorry and gave it to Karen.“Where’s the rest of them?” Emma asked.“They’re all in there.” Ryan replied.It was then that I started to get a little worried; 5 swimsuits in a bag designed for a few sheet of A4 paper wasn’t a good omen.Karen opened the bag and pulled one of the little clear bags out. At least the swimsuit.