He reached for the pussy juices to spread them over the asshole, but then I tightened buttocks, seeing it as the last rescue. He started laughing, tru...ly enjoying this form of protest - the tighter my buttonhole was, the more pleasure in forcing it! I also understood the situation, but couldn't give up easily. Giving him satisfaction? At least he really had to fight for it. Yet I knew, who is going to win. Isn't that the victim never gives up any hope? Calling for help was useless but maybe he. Our leader wouldn't like that."I said, "I don't like going where I don't want to go." Well, I guess you will have to be disappointed." I don't think so." I didn't wait for them to be ready but struck quickly. All four were down. The fourth had hurried me. I broke his arm. One of the others was holding his groin and groaning. The rest of the group came up.Mindy said, "I saw it and I'm not sure I believe it."I said, "They do. Now." I went over to the speaker who was holding his arm. I had Bennie. Her fabulous tits pressing in right below mine. Somehow I had the presence to notice her nipples were every bit as hard as I was.I slowly brought my arms around to hug her close."That was fabulous, Nicole," I whispered, kissing the top of her head. She snuggled getting comfy. My husband is taller than I am, but I'm taller than her. She fit in my arms like a dream.We cuddled for a long time in the darkness. He politely didn't disturb us at all.But after a while she turned to him, still holding. They had metthree Thursdays ago and he had already filled a two-hour cassette withher story.Gwendolyn was a call girl who serviced the Upper East Side providingmarried men with an expensive experience on the wild side. She wasabsolutely gorgeous, a stunning half-Asian, half-French combination oftwenty-something cashing in on rich men's need to see a woman with alarger penis than they had.Gwen had been happy to talk to Frankie. She would sit there smoking herdark, thin French cigarettes,.