I close my eyes and think of them again; the two men who often come to satisfy me. They were there when he was touching me moments ago. They are there... when I touch myself. They are there when I suck his cock or when I fuck him. They are there beside me when he licks me. I think of them when I go to sleep and sometimes when I wake. I am obsessed with them yet I don’t know what they look like. I never see their faces, only their bodies or their cocks, or their asses. And they do anything I want. "You're welcome to join us. Look, I know this is awkward and it wasn't supposed to be this way. But, well, what we found when we looked at the problem was nothing compared to what it meant to Tate and Ben. These girls were exploited, pure and simple." Did they really expect different?" Meredith asked. "I mean, we all know coming in that women in this industry are sometimes treated like crap." True," Leslie answered. "But this is worse than having a jerk call you a 'fuck pig.' These assholes. Jesus, Natasha thought to herself, how could ANYONE want to fuck more than I do!After her next cum, she got up and checked her phone for texts or voice messages. There was one from that pizza delivery guy she was gonna meet at the Econo Lodge tomorrow. He thought he was gonna deliver another pizza, but she wanted hers with sausage. Just a quickie, because she kinda liked his pencil mustache. Besides, she’d never fucked a guy who was as unhygienic as he was, made her feel “dirty” just thinking. Boys hot with lust were all round her, some of them openly stroking their erections as they watched her lewd abandon. There were hands on her everywhere, fondling her tight little tits through her blouse, groping over her firm buttocks as they clenched and squirmed under her rayon skirt.. Two boys were on the ground now feeling over her sleek legs. She shivered as one began licking her frail stocking in a fever of excitement. She wanted to spread her legs to allow them to grope up her skirt.