Toolate. I saw the look of triumph on Her face."What's this....?"She twanged the strap on the corset I was wearing under my blueshirt and desert chino...'s. I always dressed in lingerie whencoming here to put me in the right frame of mind. Today I waswearing a corset with some French cut panties and suspenders."What's what Rachel? You know what I am." Yes darling, you're a silly little sissy who wont admit it.What lovely underwear."She pulled at my shirt a little too hard and a couple of. I thought that would be the end of it but NO, another man started fucking me and then a third and fourth guy. I had tears running down my face and I could feel cum pouring from my ass and running down my legs! They all left me sitting there with a very sore ass and ruined pants. I gathered myself together and laid back down on my mat.The next day was uneventful except for the miserable food and that night, I was afraid that I was going to get fucked again. I laid there kinda waiting to see what. He was about to knock on the door when he heard a noise and then a shrill cry from inside. He dropped the bag and banged on her door, cursing at the heavy wood. He grabbed the handle and shook it then prepared to take a step back ready to kick it in when it opened. She stood there in a damp cotton bathrobe that clung to her skin. Her face was flushed, eyes sleepy, hair hanging down over her shoulders in mussed waves of spun gold. She blinked owlishly at him as if she couldn’t quite fathom who. “You’re so beautiful, Andrea.” he whispered, biting her neck which ushered a gasp from her mouth. He was such a good man, caring and intelligent. Philip was career driven, focused and had worked his way to the top. He valued good company and relaxation. With soft touches, she felt his hand between her legs, pushing her thighs further apart. Obliging, she leaned backwards again, his grip on her wrists tightened as he entered her. Both of them let out a soft moan into each other’s necks, the heat.