. . I gasped with my head thrown back. I rocked to the rhythm of his probing digits harder. His hand was now dripping with my juices. ... "Aaaaah . . . so deeeeep!" I moaned. My eyes flew open as I felt Michael’s tongue push apart the hood of my pussy. Lips surrounded . . . by his prickly moustache . . . dove in and sucked on my little clit. The sensation sent my body into overdrive . . . as I rode his fingers. The wood floor under her is a mess of cum. She tasted her fingers and as she expected, my cum was sweet! I sat in a chair still panting. So shaky she made it to the bathroom. She feels sticky, sweaty, she feels my cum dripping from her pussy, filling her panties. She can smell it. She can feel it. She goes into the living room, she is about to drop down on the couch when she sees me waiting for her. I'm grinning, part of her wanted to leave, but the slut in her wanted me inside her again. We. I started to struggle but the 7 men just laughed. Before I knew it my hands were cuffed together and were being attached to a hook on some rope. Our host pushed a button the hook started rising in the air, it went up until my arms were over my head and I was almost on my tiptoes. I looked at you and you just shrugged, as if there was nothing you could do, I didn’t know it then, but you had planned this. You and our host had planned to have me raped for your pleasure. With my arms over my head,. " Oh.....oh my! That was....why didn't you say something? We had a Hollywoodstar here in town and nobody knew? Oh, dear....that really was....you're absolutely sure,now?"I shake my head a little, "Yes, Mom, that was Jillian Thomas, theHollywood movie star. Oh, I should mention that Jim knew. He thought shelooked familiar but it took him until the other day to figure it out. Imade him promise to not tell anyone, because she wanted.