She hadn't been required to fuck the entire goddamn football team. Only she, Debbie Connors, had done that.It was a dubious honor but the blonde cheer...leader felt a surge of pride in what she had endured. Somehow, this made her seem better in her own eyes. She had withstood pain and more cocks than she had ever had in her entire life. She had been whipped and raped up the ass, forced to suck men off, jerk them off and then had been gang raped.She had endured all that--and more.The mental anguish. By the way, do you guys freelance? I'm working on a serious problem and some of your expertise may be handy as it develops," I said.Bert just laughed, "We have been working with Jen on that. Before we leave we will get more details on what you are after." Jen implied that you two have a thing going for each other," he said."I'm pretty sure we are both bi, we are sharing the bed and the house and seem to be a perfect match in everything else, but go both ways," I replied as Jen nodded her. Once I had it nice and slippery I grabbed hold of his hips and forced as much of his throbbing meat straight down my throat as I could. I wasn't well practised at this and it caused me to choke and gag a bit but I didn't care.I was determined to take as much of him as I could. My eyes were watering as I alternated between paying attention to the sensitive knob while I got my breath back then having him fuck my face hard. It was a feeling of pride, and wonder at my own sluttiness when I felt his. Her mother opened the door, she was about 60 years old quite good looking in an old fashioned way, she smiled and said “Please come in Mr Madan, Malathi is so much full of praise for you, I do not know what you did to her, anyway I have not seen her looking so happy in such a long time”.I was sitting in their drawing room; I could see the kitchen behind her mother who was sitting opposite to me. Malathi was cooking and suddenly, she turned around and opened her laced nightie and showed her.