"I can take 16, sir." I say, more confidently. I'm still not sure I can handle 16 hard smacks on my already aching ass. I almost change my mind, but y...ou speak again."Good" you say. "I want you to count them, and after each one, thank me." Yes, sir."The first smack hits my sore bottom. "One, thank you, sir!" I shout."Two, thank you, sir." Another eleven swats land on my ass. With each swat, I feel the butt plug move slightly. My pussy is still dripping. I can sense a small puddle forming beneath. Her pace has slowed. Too bad – I’m paying top dollar and I can say what I like.“That’s it, suck it now. You dirty old tart. You busty slut. You like that name don’t you? Proud of your big knockers, eh? Fucking whore. Dirty old slag. Do your c***dren know this is where the money for their birthdays and Christmas present comes from? Do you think they’d be pleased about it? Proud of their mummy working so hard to earn the money for all the things they want? Even if the work involves. Don’t want to hurt any of yas if we don’t have to.”“Well, clearly you assholes don’t know us,” I said while checking the ammo in my pistol, wishing I had my rifle instead; this six shooter doesn’t shoot near as straight over long distances, but it would have to do as everything else was inside the Chuck Wagon, above me, and I couldn’t get to it at the moment. “They think that five men, yelling empty threats, will cause us to drop our drawers, bend over and take it up the ass ... now that might. I was amazed to find myself in such a setting. Never before had I been part of an MFM threesome, although it had been a recurring dream for many years. I had been married for many years and the sex was okay although certainly not spectacular but there had been none... zero... zip... zilch... nada... for going on twelve years. And there had never been any involvement with another person.Then I ran into a user called luvs2suck on an internet erotic literature site and it was lust at first sight..