I hear more moaning. I don’t know why I look but I immediately regret it when I do. He’s standing over me with his penis in his hand stroking hims...elf. No. Please no. I hide my face once more and cry into the leaves. I try to keep it as quiet as possible. I start to picture my family. My Mom and Dad’s face slide into my mind and my sister soon follows. I cry more. My boyfriend’s image fills my head and I try to lose myself in my favorite memories of us together. We’ve been together for a year. She was just someone to be humiliated.Marie almost lost count of the number of men who had cum on her hair, but it seemed to her that there had been at least 12.When the last man had finished and sprayed his cum on her matted hair, Marie hear Brad speak again.“I’m going to untie the cord from your legs, but I don’t want you to try to get up. OK?” Brad said.Marie nodded and tried to speak but she couldn’t.Marie felt the cords being loosened and her legs were free. Her hands were also free to. Gwen’s long slightly wind blown blond hair was distributed in front and in back. It caressed her large tits on either side.Gwen’s startling blue eyes were moving from one guy to another giving out a personal ‘fuck me’ invitation. She counted 14 guys as she looked around the room. Her arms pushed her massive hooters together increasing the depth of the valley between her tits. Her nipples created little bumps in the flimsy material of her top. Gwen’s tits ached to be released from their. ?Hey! That?s LucyWang and her daughter!? she said and pointed across the street where two nakedAsian women walked in the same direction ?How many girls have you guys plannedto sell at this show???Oh, not thatmany!? laughed her husband and waved to Lucy?s hubby behind the girls ?But oncewe told the other guys many of them got inspired! If they all walk the talk wecould end up with as many as twenty or so!??But? what if youcan?t sell us all? I mean, this is not exactly a busy street with.