Her orgasm screamed through her no matter how bad she tried to fight it. She did admit to herself it felt good. Still she wanted it to stop. She wante...d this over. The guy fucking her felt her pussy muscles clench his pounding cock. He knew she an orgasmed and made sure to do the same inside her. She felt him begin to pulsate in her cunt drenching her walls with cum. He withdrew from her. She felt his semen leak out of her swollen pussy, and run down over her clit. She felt suddenly empty. She. Were they actually talking about me? It was crazy. But what did I do in that moment? Protest? Run? No. I tried to picture the blank expressions on their faces, as if they were discussing a minor problem in a business meeting. ”You can stand up now,” Mona said. ”Oh, too bad,” Carole said. ”I like seeing him like that, holding his tushy open. He’s so adorable.” ”Well I’m sure there will be other opportunities,” Mona said. ”And I’m sure you’d like that, too,” she said to me. I wasn’t sure if she. As I do this, I look at your face, wondering how you are reacting to this invasion. You don’t seem too upset right now. That might change as I continue. Have you figured out yet where this particular part is going? I don’t want to use words like ‘cunt’ and ‘pussy’. They sound too vulgar for what I am playing through in my mind. However, you know that I am going down to your most sexual of regions. What have you allowed to happen down there in the past? Have you ever experienced oral sex to its. If we didn’t get on well, it wouldn’t matter, would it! We did get on, though. The conversation flowed well and, although I was worried that the evening would consist of constant boring chat about the NFL, it wasn’t like that. I was included in a wide variety of conversations, which were growing more daring as the alcohol and the evening went on. They liked our English accents – well, mine anyway, because it has a posh edge to it. I found this amusing, considering how I’d been.