Again, I had no chance to say anything. I was catching my breath, when red shirt stuffed one of my ballgags into my mouth and buckled it tightly behin...d my head. Black shirt said, ?Look at this cunt. She doesn’t want to come like this, but I’m going to make her come, just like the slut she is.? He continued to work my pussy with his fingers. No, I didn’t want to come for them like that. I was naked, with my hands tied behind my back, lying on the kitchen table. My legs were tied wide apart to. It's a brother or a niece or an ex-in-law. "What? All of you are over there? Well, a bunch of us are over here and we've got steaks going on the grill out back. So come on over, I'll throw a few more on." An hour and a half further down the road...I have strangers stop me in stores and accuse me of being a drag queen, or a sloppy boxer. I don't wear make-up! My last black eye was in the third grade, for chrissakes! But I do sport these spectacular dark rings around my eyes. Kids I don't know. Ten inches, maybe more, and he wasn’t hard yet. “Fucking hell,” I thought I want that inside me, I want it now. He kissed me again, his fingers inside my panties, I was wet, no I was dripping. A finger slipped inside me, I savoured it. I groaned. His cock was growing, I felt it on my stomach, steadily getting harder. Bigger! I reached down, and curled my hand around it. My fingers barely encircled it. Put it in me. He pulled my knickers off. I felt his hot breath on my cunt, then his tongue ran. And he seemed to take it in just the spirit it was handed over.They napped together, and she wondered about the hormone trap when he had her arms around her. He had spouted that chauvinist bullshit about orgasm releasing dopamine, but an orgasm was over so quick. A neutrino through the planet core. Having someone hold you, that was dangerous territory, when the fit was right, when his smell was familiar and exotic simultaneously, when his heart slowed as he fell asleep, a cage of muscle.