I slowly got to my feet, grabbed a towel, and locked myself in the bathroom. I turned on the shower, cleaned my pussy. His cum was dripping. He fucked... me without a condom.I was not a weak person; I should not show my weakness. I cleaned myself, and I was confident of only one thing. If I played my cards rights, I would make them eat out of my hand. To do that, I should know what they like, and I would give it to them. After all, they are men. How hard can it be?I finished the shower, wrapped. I assumed he thought there should be more.So I gave it to him."I've been with some pretty inexperienced, clumsy guys. They kind of handled my, breasts, like they were stress balls. It was painful and uncomfortable and I sort of flashed back to those experiences without trying to understand what you were doing or what I was actually feeling. I overreacted. I'm really sorry."I radiated sincerity because, perhaps for the first time with a man, I was sincere, without artifice."I'm sorry it made you. The man in front of me took the tray out of my hand, grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back. He whispered in my ear, "You're coming with us."I did exactly what he told me to do as he pushed me out the door. Once we were outside, he pushed me into a waiting carriage where the other two were already seated. I didn't know what they wanted with me or where we were going. The carriage sped off, and I just sat there shaking with fear."You are a sexy thing," guy one said to me."Thank you," I. I tugged his robe and he dropped it to the floor around his feet. His naked form was displayed for me to relish. My lips popped off his rosy glans. And I looked up at him.“Don’t make me cum too soon. I want it to last.” He said.“I want more than one load you sexy fucker.” I told him.I stood and slid my hand up and down his stiff rod as I caressed his freckled arm and shoulders before delicately touching behind his neck. I pulled him towards me and as his fine cock pressed against me our tongues.