Now, being the person I am, I see it from my POV. I got what I wanted. Regardless of whether these men were using me at their pleasure, I was using th...eir cocks to pleasure me too! Did I care if they got off? Of course! Did they care if I got off? Hell yeah, isn’t that what turns most men on anyhow. Doesn’t it make them feel like the sexy GODS they are? Back to the story… the whole night I was used and abused and literally begging and screaming for more. I’ve never felt like such a dirty slut.. I could smell her body’s aroma & as I was in my lower she could easily feel my penis getting hard. Then we broke the kiss & she asked me will I be with her. I told her that I am in a relation already. She said only for tonight, she was a beauty in white suite with perfect figure & all great curves. I stood up hold her close & kissed her. Kept on kissing her for about 15-20 min, I lifted her & took her on train bed (berth). I opened her hairs, & then removed my shirt & laid over her kissed her. "Oh surely rules are sometimes meant to be broken or at least bent!" he insisted."Are you telling me that if I refuse you may accidentally let slip about the club the other Friday!" she enquired."Absolutely not; I told you your secret was safe with me and it will no matter what you decide in regard to this meal; I actually thought that knowing your sort of private likes I could offer you something you would most likely love. That's all!" he responded.Now intrigued; Helen thought for a moment. Just let me go. Tell my dad I promise not to tell my mom. And - and I'll pay you! Whatever you want! I have money. I'll pay you everything he owes! Just please, please don't do this to me!" Shut up, bitch!" one of the taller men in the back snarled. "Enough of your whining!" He strode toward the bed swiftly, picked up something from her pile of destroyed clothing on the floor, and stuffed it into her mouth before she could even struggle further. Dahlia sobbed and gagged on the.