"I want more cock. I want more hard cock." What else?" The mood in the room changed. There was now a sexual tension that we all felt. My stomach churn...ed."Anything you want, I want to be your sex slave slut bitch."They looked at each other and then as one they seemed to make a decision."Go get the van." One of them went out."Tie her up and blindfold her." In seconds I was trussed up and blindfolded. A blanket was wrapped around me and I was lifted onto someone's shoulder. I felt the cool night. The last was a young man who was also well-dressed, and much more appealing than the others were.One of the scruffy men said, "Heh — You'z all will have to wait. I'ze here first."The others went to sit back down and the man grabbed Danica by the arm. "Let's get us up to the room. Yer a right purty one, an' I'm ready to sport!"The man was as repulsive in action as he was in appearance. He also smelled — a lot. Danica held her breath often as the man mounted her and rode her. Danica pretended to. It smelled like vanilla, which was her favorite kind of lotion to use. As she walked away I turned to follow her with my eyes. Her shorts weren't the most covering thing in the world. Her butt cheeks peaked out right on the edges.She came back into the room with the phone and leaned over me to the get into the drawer next to my legs. I glanced down her shirt at her small round tits. A thought rushed through my mind of me grabbing them and just playing with them. I could never do that though! I. Moving my lips ever upward, I was astonished by the expansion of girth and it soon became clear that the last two inches were beyond my oral capabilities. Exciting as this blowjob was, I was, nevertheless, concerned about how my backside was going to cope later on.Wouter huge hairy hands now began to caress my head as if it were a precious orb. His hand action on my head was incredibly sensual as he stroked, clamped, and ran his fingertips on the inner contours of my ears. Once more I was also.