“Yes, Louise,” I answered, in the tone I always answered in, when she asked me for a favour. “There’s something,” she paused, “something... I’d like you to do.” “What’s that?” I asked, smiling back up at her. “Me,” she answered, simply, as she turned and climbed onto the couch, straddling me, but facing towards my feet in a kind of almost sixty-nine position, with her bottom in front of my face, and her skirt pulled up by the position she was in. To my astonishment, I saw that she had no. Diana was wailing into her gag with each jack hammer thrust. Her face was streaked with her tears and snot as well as her sweat.She twisted and turned her body, trying to escape the grip of her rapist; but her struggles only goaded on the man raping her to more brutal thrusts. A third man replaced the second without a moment's respite. The pain in her ass was diminishing slightly as it was forced open by the invading cocks; a kind of numbness began. Diana still fought each thrust by her. But it has come to be understood that we are in a committed relationship now. We’re deeply in love. Are we ready to gamble with that?I asked her how she would have felt if after their little sex show last night it had been David who got to his knees between her legs and she saw me between the legs of her beautiful friend, Bev.She seemed reluctant to admit, “I was so horny last night that it wouldn’t have mattered. I needed a cock pretty badly right then.“No. That isn’t being honest. I thought. He won't need that much room for his stuff, so you can set up a buffet for your chips and veggies. People can just grab what they want and take it to their tables. Are you going to make people eat with their fingers?"I said, "Silverware."Mom didn't even give Mary a chance. "Plastic. And paper plates and bowls and some trash bags and you'll need bowls for the ice cream. Some plastic table cloths for the tables wouldn't be a bad idea, either. And you know there are some people who are going to.