I will use all of you. You are mine,” he says as he starts pumping in and out faster. “You are my cock-slut…my fuck-toy…my cum-dump. Aren’t ...you?” he says. “And you will say it before I let you cum,” he continues, as he once again slows down and removes his fingers from my throbbing clit. “Oh god, yes,” I cry out. “I am yours. Yours to use and to own. Please let me cum. I am your cum-slut, your fuck-toy, OH God PLEASE,” I beg. He seems pleased, knowing he finally owns me, truly owns me, and with. He heard the noise again, closer this time as though someone were struggling quietly on the bed across from them. The smoothness of naked skin rustled against the bed cover punctuated by low, excited whispers. He closed his eyes and continued thrusting his tongue into Dodge's wife's cunt and then opened them again and tried to see Trough the darkness to the next bed. It was too dark, though the rear door to the bedroom, opening onto a lighted bath, was ajar. He was thinking why bother, it was. He didn’t listen. It was cold out there, but my fate was even colder and crueler. He pulled me into the woods, and I meekly followed, since he was a lot stronger than me. I had a boyfriend at the time. A nice fellow. He had a strange name, but that didn’t bother me. So when this guy began to kiss me, I pulled away and *told* him I had a boyfriend, even though he knew that. He looked at me with scorn and said ‘I don’t care.’ Those were the meanest words I had ever heard. Worse than being called. I joined them of course, not knowing anyone there and having a few hours to kill.We talked about sports, etc. and I explained my situation at the car dealership. We conversed about that some and I told them I had to go take a leak in the mens room. I asked where it was and the younger one told me he would show me and to follow him which I did. Along the way down the bar to the hallway, I noticed two men at a smaller table in the back, and to my surprise, one of them had his fly open and the.