I guess I’d get one of those things at the florist, right?”“Yes ... that’s about the only place you’ll find them,” she laughed. “Good lu...ck.”“I think I’ve already got some,” I mumbled.“Mr. Timmins, can I see you for a moment?” Mr. Conradi asked as his class ended.I strode to the front and stood as he rose.“I think I’ve got a suggestion for a project. Have you ever considered a joint venture? One where two or more people form a group and attack a project as a collective?” he asked.“No ... I’ve. " I answered, gulping.Sheila turned me by the hips and then wrapped the delicate belt aroundmy waist. She tugged it into place and then hooked the back andadjusted it on my hips. Looking down, I saw my very hard cock poking upunder the bottom of the belt, the garters dangling on either side."Turn, sit." she said.I did as I was told, the lingerie and the drinks putting my head in abit of a daze. When I was seated, she took one leg and slowly rolled ablack stocking with a dark seam up my leg.. He grips my hips and thrusts into me, hard. I swear he's about to rupture my stomach lining but I don't care. I thrust against him making him go even deeper and as we build a good rhythm the only sound that can be heard is skin slapping against skin. He lifts my hips and fucks the life out of me. "Fuck, you're so tight," he gasps as he buries himself as deep as he can go. My moans, my gasps and the sound of his hips smacking my ass are all drowned out by my blood rushing through my ears. My. He was quickly replaced as the next man mounted her and began fucking.Three or four men fucking her was enough to send her into another screaming orgasm but they kept it up until she had been fucked by about a third of the men. ?She’s getting sloppy. Let’s change holes while she drains.?The pulled her to her feet and bent her over a table with two men holding her arms stretched out over her head. She wasn’t an anal virgin but was still tight enough to need a bit of lubrication. Some olive oil.