He always had a few cocktails before eating, and I had gotten his bottle out, put ice in a pitcher and sat it beside his chair. He was going to be so ...surprised that we had gone to all this trouble for him.When he arrived, he complemented us on the wonderful smell of dinner cooking and seeing his cocktail mixings ready, he was ecstatic. He sat down, made himself one. After dinner he was about to prepare another for himself, when he turned and asked for two more glasses, and immediately began to. " When is the next shift coming in?" River asked. "Will they be able toget past those people at the gates?" Good point," Nick said. "They will start coming in soon. Maybe weshould go out there and provide an update. That way, reporters won'tbother the men and we won't have bad information going out. I guess Ican do it in this suit."Dale arrived at about the same time as the men did, while River andNick provided an update to the reporters. River was a novelty, a youngblonde girl who Nick. Looking as if I had used hair gel . My nylons were almost in shreds and the backs of my legs, my back and my shoulders had vivid red scratchmarks from the boar's hooves and coarse hair. Straw had worked its way between my legs and the sharp ends of one or two pieces had pierced my skin. The acidity of the boar piss stung these exposed areas adding to my discomfort.As the cameras rolled again I climbed over the pen to meet my lover #3. I ached and my slit was raw and swollen from the punishing. I had stopped riding Mario’s cock and sucking Mark’s while my orgasm racked my whole body. When Mario felt it subsiding, he told Mark to lie on the bed, he pushed me gently away his cock sliding out of me and told me to get on top of Mark. I did and started riding his cock, feeling for the first time in my life the feel of two different cocks inside my cunt, one right after the other one. Mark began to knead my breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers, then he began sucking them. Mario.