It was like a dream. Not a good dream, and not necessarily a bad dream either, in retrospect. But definitely not real. It wasn't until much later t...hat I remembered the word “slut” was glued to my forehead during all of this. Dan set me on my feet, in my bent-over gimp tie, and then he backed away. A circle formed around me. The men took turns stepping up to me in groups to fondle me, squeezing my ass hard, gripping it, lifting it – examining the goods. The wooden bar that was. I am standing in the middle of couple and women, I started touching feet of the single women and she is also responding, around 30 minutes I enjoyed touching her feet with my feet after some time she is not responding, I started speaking with the husband who is sitting beside me they’re going to Vijayawada,I put my feet near her wife feet, I am standing just opposite to her husband and she is sleeping on her lap while adjusting herself she put her palm on my feet, my palm little bit painingI. The pressure at the tip of my cock grew. Alice jammed the nightstick deep into Nicole's pussy as pleasure crossed my wife's face."Yes, you naughty slut," gasped Alice. "Oh, yes, being spanked was so hot. I can't help it. I'm cumming. Drink it all down, slut. All my juices. They're so important. You love pussy juices, Officer Bimbo Slut Wife." I do," moaned Nicole as she shuddered and drank down my wife's juices.My wife's orgasmic moans sent me over the edge. "Fuck," I groaned, my hand holding. "See ... here it is again."Hannah pointed at the section of alien text. Anthony leaned in, hand automatically going to her back, sliding down. Just as automatically, her body responded, pushing back and repositioning slightly. Such moments of affection were so common and open among the couples so as to be almost invisible. His wife giving a pleased hum, Anthony frowned."Really?" Really. This phrase looks familiar, sort of. I'm telling you, this looks like a mutated version of Hebrew." Not it.