This is Chad. I’m having some drinks in our hotel room. Want to meet up when you get off work?”“Where’s Andre?”“He’s here but he’s p...assed out. Too many shots, not enough food.”“I just got off work. Which hotel?”Chad told me the hotel and I met him in the lobby. He was wearing tight plaid shorts which were too short for my liking but had become fashionable. He was drunk and he had some ketchup on the corner of his mouth which I politely wiped off with my finger before heading up to the. I hoped that my new found friends might provide sufficient distraction with their boring banter, but to no avail. “Hello, everybody!” I heard Karen’s voice directly behind me. “I see that you’ve all met my date Billy.” “Hey, Karen! How are you? Sit down with us,” Someone at the table said cheerfully. The man who had been sitting on my right stood up, gave Karen a kiss on the cheek, and offered his seat. While pings of guilt pierced the pit my stomach and throbbing pain raged in my groin, my. "I read the brochure, you know," mom added."Did you!" I responded brightly.That was all that was said. Like I said, it's best if parents and children remain essentially ignorant of the details of each others' carnal doings.Never let it be said that I enjoy shopping, because believe me, I DON'T. I particularly hate clothes shopping. Which, I suppose, explains my limited wardrobe.Mom doesn't usually rag on me, but she did this time, about the state of my clothes - the ones I was wearing at that. First one finger, then two, until my fist was swallowed by my cunt. I worked my fist in and out of my pussy, as the guys stood around me. They watched my cunt being streached, and fist fucked. Throwing my head back, I moaned, cum all over me. Please shoot your loads all over me, I begged them. JESUS, is there no end to this cunts madness, one yelled. I fist fucked myself harder as the boys jacked their cocks. Do it boys, Please cum on me. I told them. The boys were watching my fist going.