Finally, the walk ended, and she was allowed to sit down. The room whirled, but Luisa fought the sensation stubbornly. Her stomach roiled, but she’d... long since vomited up everything, and she tried to swallow. Aaron, or was it him, the bastard, was saying something. An argument? A man stood in front of her in a while lab coat; his skin was black in sharp contrast to the garment. More talking, and she could no longer understand what was being said. The room spun with a vengeance, and Luisa could. He licked my ear lobes and turned me on my tummy kissed my back and started mauling my heavy buttocks. I understood his intention and tried to protest, as I was not used to anal sex but Mishraji was not in a mood to oblige. He spanked me on my buttocks which had become red with the beatings. I did not have the guts to bear any further pain, so I relented. Mishraji had started licking my anal opening then he applied some Vaseline lotion on his erect penis and also applied liberal quantity on my. Thank fucking Christ for that! Bumping. Thumping. Kicking. Heavier. Harder. Darker. Throbbing. Banging. How it happened, Kirsten didn’t know, but soon there were others like her, naked and boogying, clothes flung aside, more pills appearing and shared and still no break in the dancing. Kirsten bounced off Sophie, whose eyes were rolling no longer, her perky pointed nipples as free as Kirsten’s fuller rounder boobs. Barry, too, had pulled down his pants, his thin prick not as proud as Paul’s. I ate, ate, and ate, full of compliments for each of the cooks. Melanie in particular was tickled pink at the way that I devoured my breakfast. Those girls spoiled me rotten. They were so sweet to me! I felt like a king!“Thirty-seven minutes, twenty-two seconds. Becca wins,” Heather acknowledged, not even slightly bothered by the results.“Alright, Bro, let me ride!” Becca grinned wickedly, planting her sweet booty on my lap.“That was fun ... any more bets, dares, or games?” Melanie asked.