Before I’d even come down from my high I felt a cock forcing its way into my mouth. As the cock pushed its way into my throat I felt fingers on and in my pussy. I did a quick check and they weren’t my fingers so whilst one man was fucking my throat another was finger fucking me - hard. I don’t know how many cocks got rammed down my throat; or how many different hands probed my holes; yes, at least one man fingered my butt hole. I also don’t know how many orgasms I had, or how long it took, but by the time the assault on my body stopped I was absolutely knackered. My face and hair were covered in cum and my saliva and my eye liner was running down the sides of my face (I saw that in the mirror when we got back to the villa). When those men had finally finished with Piper and I they just lifted us off the table, dumped us on a chair and got on with their game(s). As I started to feel something vaguely resembling normal I said to one of the men, “Can we have our clothes back now?” “Hell no, you didn’t win so we get to keep them.” “But how are we going to get back indian to our hotel? “Not our problem babe.” “But, but…….” “No buts; you lost everything; so piss off now and let us get on with a serious game.” We just sat there for ages until I got up and pulled Piper up. As I got to my feet I saw 2 big wet patches on the table where our pussies had been. I almost smiled and thought, “You won’t forget me in a hurry.” We got to the door where Lucas met us and almost carried us out to the car. Back at villa Piper and I spent ages in the shower before going to the main living area where the 3 guys were. We plonked ourselves on a sofa and were given beers before we got asked about the evening. The Rodeo Well that’s what they called it but whilst I was there never saw one live animal. What the place was, was an organised 18-30s booze-up with some entertainment thrown in. Lucas didn’t tell us where we were going that evening; he just gave us a very short top and a skimpy skirt and told us to get in the car. We drove for about 45 minutes, out of civilisation and into the hills then we arrived at this old farmhouse type place. As we drove in I saw about 5 or 6 coaches parked-up and got really curious. A narrow set of stairs indian led up to a dim attic, probably suitable for storage. Katerina's married pussy worked up and down my girl-dick. She pulled me to it than just pointed at it. She loved seeing that in Ryan’s eyes. "WANNA CHECK MY OIL MISTER?" she smiled as she proped up her high-heeled foot on the seat of his bench and tugged up her skirt to give him a close-up view of her Harley tattoo and labia rings. The outside of her noise-canceling headphones rubbed against my calves. And after a few months I could nearly fix most things around the motel. By that time, the inevitable was getting close to happening and just as the second young man touched my clit I exploded into a wonderful orgasm. They had coffee, neither ever asked or learned the other’s name, but they’d saved each others lives. "Bullshit." NEITHER cum inside her pussy…Tina's choice for swallow or cum on her. “I remember that.” “Yeah, he told me about that. "I've given you plenty of chances to please me, what could you do now?" Brie breathed deeply. I don’t know what would have happened but his mobile went. “You’re the one that made me this way, I know. Lindsey: “where are you?” I loved it.