Jeff went over to get some drinks for them. As he ordered, one of the men came up, telling the bartender that the drinks should be charged to his room.... “Thanks for that damn hot show you put on. Does she fuck as good as she looks?” the man asked. “Even better,” Jeff replied. “I wouldn’t mind having a piece of that action if you’re willing to share,” the man stated. Jeff thought for a minute before he responded. “I was just picturing her fucking a few people here. I hope she’s game. Thanks for. ” Zoë nodded. “And despite everything. I never panicked until I woke up that first night.”“You’re safe? You’re really safe, right?” I asked and she stood up on her knees, penguined to my side and hugged me.“And sound.”I took a big sigh. “And you’re going to kill me waiting on tonight to find out?”“Sorta.” She shrugged, leaning her head on my shoulder. We hadn’t been affectionate siblings since probably fourth grade. I hugged her back. “Your breath smells like death.”“You’re clammy and sweaty.”. Such a hot taboo taking a co workers's wife and using her like the slut I imagine she was. I got my cock deep down her throat a few times making her gag. As I said it didn't take long I blew my load deep into her fucking mouth ..half down her throat.. half of it dripping out of the side of her mouth. My cock drained and went limp and her mouth at that point the other guy grabs her by hair "I got the fuck this bitch"...still bent over he pulls her back swings around directs her onto the top of. I was assigned to help the marching band. I drove a van with all the equipment stored in the back. My first road trip was Friday and were to be back early Monday morning.It was nearly 3:30pm when I got the van loaded up with the equipment and got directions to the hotel about 5 hours away from the high school. I was to follow the big yellow bus with the forty k**s. The band director and one assistant drove in the bus with the k**s. There were about 5-6 other mini vans with parents of the k**s..