Shasta insisted on helping with this duty, although she had to resist speaking out about any of her own experiences; the girls would come to her when ...they were ready.That was another thing Shasta noticed: the memories of her past experiences, the rapes, tortures and humiliations, were just that: memories. Certainly they were still horrible to think about, but they no longer consumed her every thought. She could even think about them and not shudder with fear; it was as if it had been done to. It was such a light kiss, I almost didn’tfeel it. He kept his lips on mine and kissed me harder. Thenhe parted my lips with his tongue and started French kissingme.I slipped my tongue in his mouth and found his and startedrubbing it feverishly. We were kissing fervently. He wasstill holding me up in the air and tight against him. He slowlylowered me down to the ground, holding me tight to him soI could feel his hard cock all the way up to my tits. He wassqueezing my ass the whole time, rubbing. She took hold of my head, pushing down so I was forced to lick around her very wet hole. I tried to push my tongue in as deep as I could and she shifted slightly, almost grinding against my face. She was incredibly wet and her juices flowed all over my mouth, running down my chin. Again, as she started to tremble my head was pulled away and the chain was passed across to Sara.I was pulled between Sara’s thighs and was greeted by another fragrant, wet, shaved pussy. I started to lick up and down. Alan picked his pace and I knew he was going to get me to my big O, and he did. He did so well that I collapsed on him. However, Alan was not done. He threw me on the futon, turned my limp body doggy style and came behind. He lubricated his cock, my ass, and soon had his thick cock penetrating my ass. I asked Paul to get in front of me so I could suck his cock. I needed more fucking and it was time Paul earned my pussy. Alan was slapping my ass, calling me names as I sucked Paul. Paul was.