Tracey slumped to the ground.“Enough already. Please lt me go now.” She begged.“You know what to do, boys,” said Bert, more as an order than a...n observation, when four guys grabbed her by legs and arms, holding her at waist level like a starfish, legs wide open in front of the waiting Bert.Bert produced a water-filled power spray, inserted the nozzle into her sore anus making her scream, then squirted the contents inside her to wash out the bloodied cum that all the boys had filled her. I guess once a girl gets started down that road it is hard as hell to stop spreading her legs. I knew I was in no mood to even consider not making my pussy available to any guy with an interest in finding out more about what made me tick because life was short and I had gotten a late start in my opinion.I nervously knocked on the hotel room door wearing my cheerleader outfit under a raincoat even though it wasn't raining.Coach Randy surprised me when he answered because I had to look down to. "Well, what does it feel like?" Mary wanted to know."Nothing much yet. Maybe I should turn it on."When the vibrator began to hum, Teresa let out a groan and Mary watched her hips move forward and back. Teresa's hand was shaking as she guided the buzzing tip of the thing up and down in the slippery flesh of her exposed pussy."God... ohhhhh, god damn!" "What's happening?" Mary's heart was pounding as she watched Teresa excite herself. She couldn't help but wonder how that thing would feel inside. Doing tricks in the afternoons to earn a bit of extra cash. Oh yes, they’d be really pleased with the way you’d turned out wouldn’t they? A cock sucking, cum guzzling whore. Do you think they’d like that?” She doesn’t look too pleased with my verbal commentary. 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.