I put on my night gown and he took the opportunity to feel my ass again.I made coffee for the whole gang."Time for some more action, bitch, come here"... The first man called out."No, please, I am very sore now" I replied, almost sobbing my tears.But he grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the bedroom.I sat on the edge of my bed wondering what was going to happen now.The second man came in and sat in the chair by the bed, staring at me."Do you want to be well shagged again, slut?" The first man. I was kind of surprised how I could move it up and down and from side to side. I guess I had never thought about it but it seemed strange that it moved around so much. I guess I kind of thought ti just stuck out like a rigid ramrod or something.I started to giggle again. I realised I was holding Davey's stiff dick in my hand and it seemed so funny."I'd like to know what's so funny about my dick." Davey said in that strange voice. "Nothing." I said. "It's just me. You've got a really nice. It's so sexy.As he's sucking me, I feel his hand on my thigh, moving upward. "Here comes more sex," I thought. "He's going for my panties."Well, I think, I want to see what sex is all about, this is part of it. Then, his hand is up to the edge of my shorts and I feel a finger slide under and wiggle beneath the elastic on my panties.As my heart rate increases, the finger dips onto my damp slit and begins to go round and round nice and slow. Oh, shit, this feels so good, I thought. That, and. Oh, how the tables had been turned. She dragged me to some kind of hut. It was not much more than mud and sticks, something a wild animal might throw together. The hut was lighted by a small, flickering candle at its center. I vaguely wondered where she got the candle, but I didn’t spend much time pondering its holder: a human skull. The girl tossed me inside as if I were the morning paper and closed the door behind us. As soon as the door closed, the frogs and cicadas must have figured it was.