As Mike got up to go to the bar, i shot my husband a dirty look. “What are you doing? We don’t even know him.” “Never turn down a free drink m...y love” he said. “Besides maybe this could be the best start to our weekend away.” As closing time approached, my husband and Mike were getting on as if they’d known each other for years. The bell for last orders rang around the pub as we stepped out into the cool air of the night. “Fancy coming up to our room for a night cap Mike? I brought some beers. My asshole still ached from overstretching and filling as well and my body was soaked in sweat and my own pee. But my balls ached beyond belief; you even commented they had swollen to more than twice their original size, and wondered if they might pop right through my tightly stretched sack. As the day wore on you finally stopped filling us, apparently to allow our piss streams to stop eventually before midnight. But now many of the smaller and weaker girls amongst you wanted to participate. "Here, don't be sad, one last dance for me," said Lynn, but this time dancing on your hands and knees.Chris slunk down, his wrists on the floor, his cock hanging down, while Lynn selected a track on her phone. The music began: Genuine's 'Pony'.It was not easy dancing on your knees, in fact about the only thing Chris could do was waggle his ass as he moved back and forth and turned around. He positioned himself in front of Lynn, looking up dolefully like a puppy, and she moved her hands to her. Our eyes, like our bodies, locked in a battle of wills which neither of us wants to lose..." Keep going, lover," she whispered. "Between your moans and whimpers, you curse me. You call me a fucker, a dirty bastard, and a big pricked wanker, among other things, and your words inflame me. I pull you towards me, your legs hanging in the crook of my arms while I continue to jackhammer your sex. Then I see your stomach muscles contract and your face grimace as the sensations coursing through your.