I had intended on making her cum by jacking her clit but she just couldn't take it anymore. That's when she said those magic words " you're either gon...na have to stop or you're gonna have to fuck me!" I immediately pulled my finger out of her sloppy wet pussy, licked her juices from my hand. I led her around to the side of the house to the emergency generator. I slipped her shorts off, her sandals dropped at my feet as I picked her up and sat her on the generator, I dropped my jeans, she played. 'What are you up to at the moment' she asked ' Just field testing a new pair of boots' l replied l could hear her laugh and then she said ' so your've got some blokes cock up your cunt while the worm stands there helpless, anyway l'm phoning to ask if you can pick me up a pair of boots as well anyway somethings come up and l've got to deal with it'. I casually lobbed the phone in the direction of my husband and noticed that one of the female assistants was standing by the doorway and had. Bet called a halt while she washed Amber’s body soaping and rinsing her it was a brief respite before it all began again. Amber was physically lifted and moved to a mattress her legs pulled back alongside her ears “look at that arsehole fuck I want some of that” one, two, three blokes fucked her shitter swapping places every couple of minutes, Amber was panting over yet another cock dangling over her mouth pushing down her throat while her hands were wanking two more throbbing dick. The blokes. In this case I met Hemant a 38 year old man. He told me although he had a wife, but was looking for a nice boys. He took my number, and one evening called me. I went ahead, he told me wait for a car with a number, I was shocked to see it was a BMW. I thought the driver was the Hemant, but found out the driver had to drop me at this farm house.It was far from the city and a lonely place. I was scared, but Hemant was calling me every 15 minutes to reassure. Once I reached the lonely farmhouse, I.