She's a proud slut who once described herself to me as "the horniest bitch in the county."I spread her cunt lips wider and slide my finger inside. She... bends her knees a bit to meet my hand, then starts to hump against it. I fasten my mouth on hers as I work my finger in and out. I love to hold a woman like this, my hand deep in her cunt, grabbing it ever harder as she thrusts her hips faster and faster. I feels like I'm holding her soul, the very core of her womanhood, in my hand. Which, of. Whatever was going to happen, there was going to be a record. Following her was a younger guy, about 26 or 27. Dark suit, tie. He was carrying a cardboard box with what looked like supplies for the stenographer. He spoke up, “Edna, anywhere in particular?”“No, David, any out of the way corner will do. Just as long as I can see and hear everybody, I’ll be fine.”“Great, you pick your perch, and I’ll get the rest of your stuff.” He then walked out. Edna looked around and picked the corner opposite. Seeing only darkness with the hood tight over my face, I didn't know what was coming. I heard whispered words but couldn't make out who was where, or to whom my husband was speaking. Then the exciting and surprising words came, "There's the slut, fuck her!" My heart raced, as I felt someone on the bed behind me. A cool and unfamiliar touch on my sides and ass, and then the clincher, a stranger sliding his cock inside me. Hubby rounded the side of the bed, climbing onto his knees next to me.. Maybe private time with Janet was a better idea.The girls had no curfew. For the guys, their hometown was a drive of 100 miles, and they had to work back at 7 Monday morning. Nadia knew they were both trying to impress her.When they got to the bunkhouse they were surprised to see Santi’s car parked in the driveway while the main house was dark, which normally meant “no visitors.” The two observations were in conflict. Whatever the answer was, Nadia did not want to let her father know she was in.