Then a second beer. The greasy food and the alcohol, both of which tasted wonderful and all the more so for being seriously sinful, made me feel a goo...d deal better.I looked back over the preceding weeks. I had a relaxed, comfortable life before that stupid BBC programme. Programmes like that should carry a health warning.She seemed intent on finding me, then intent on meeting me, then intent on explaining to me, except that she didn't. What was her intent after that? I had suspected that she. . And here we are now, only my two favourite guys n me., they asked me to rest if i want koz they hd a surprised for me at night.. So i get into the bathtub n then relaxed.. At about 7p.m we eat some pizza which they bought n started with some good drinking n music, i wore the mini skirt n the thong they bought. After about 1 hour of drinking and little dancing, i was like feeling too horny, n i know they were horny also koz i could feel their prick hard inside their shorts while they dance n. I sat silently a minute, just watching him rub himself, and wanting to do the same but still lacking the courage to do it, when Mark whispered out from behind his magazine, "This is great, huh?" Yeah." I replied, nervously."God, I think if I don't jerk off soon, I'm gonna die." Mark said a little louder. Now I had heard the words 'jerk off' before, but until the night before had never really known exactly what they'd meant. And now, to hear them from Mark, and knowing he knew as well exactly. "There you are, you fucking slut!" He laughed, voice thick and heavy. He didn't stop fucking her, brutally raping her cunt. "No!" She squealed, arms helplessly thrashing against her ties. Her hips pathetically bucked against his as he slammed his cock into her again."What? You don't like being treated like the whore you are?" He sneered, adjusting himself on top of her. He leant forward, placing the weight of his chest over hers, his face inches away."Please! Please stop!" She wailed, legs.