‘Don’t be foolish, George,’ whispered Eun-Mi softly as she stared into his eyes. ‘If give us what we want, mommy untie arms and you can hold m...e.’ His insides trembled and his eyes darted back and forth unable to hold her predatory stare. . . love. . . you. . .Mommy,’ he whispered back to her. ‘But I still. . . won’t. . . betray my country.’ He blurted out in subdued defiance. ‘You stupid fat American pig,’ she spat back at him while sliding off his lap. ‘I hate everything you stand for, you. But before we go, we are going to "pack" you once more!" the older black man said with a sneer. I was still too exhausted to refuse or stop them, and I wouldn't have if I could. I merely groaned my acquiescence and rolled wearily onto my back spreading my legs. They all took turns fucking me twice more before leaving. The first time they filled every one of my holes to overflowing - pussy, ass, and mouth. The second time however was the most delicious - as each came, they shot their last loads. I really didn’t care a lot for it, especially the grueling practice sessions and having to get all sweaty. But growing up in a small town, you were in the sports group, or you were alone or you’d be included in the smoking and drug users group. Okay, I got off topic there again. A little bit later, Thomas suggested that we try out a different bar. I agreed, so we left. At the next bar, there was a good mixture of boys and girls. Thomas ended up hooking up with one of the girls, and after a bit. Just then I was startled out of my thinking by my phone ringing I went over to it the only way to answer was by picking up the pen in my mouth and using the end of it as a finger. It was my wife's number so I swiped on the video call and up it opened.there in front of me was my wife naked on our bed with the words fat fuck slut wrote on her belly she waved at me laughed then took the phone from whoever was with her and turned it around. There in my own bedroom stood around the bed were three.