The Annual Picnic, A Love Story Of Impending Doom. free porn video

1This story is a fantasy. It takes place in another place, and in another time.

The future is not always the way we envision it; it may be better, it may be worse, it may be skewed into another reality all together.

In this world, consensual torture for the sake of personal advancement is the reality....

It was the day of the annual company picnic, a warm, humid, Saturday afternoon in July.  Karyn had been a faithful employee of the company for nearly six years and hadn’t missed a single affair.  For the last three-years, her workmate and closest friend Debbi had accompanied her, as she did to most social occasions. The bond of friendship had grown from platonic to romantic. They were not only friends and co- workers, but the most passionate of lovers as well. There was always talk at work, accompanied by the glanced snicker, or whispered comment by the others, but since they were the two hottest and most beautiful girls there, they expected no less.

Karyn was 28 years young, tall, and with a shapely body that every girl wished that she had. Her long, flowing, jet-black hair lay over her forehead with thick bangs that nearly covered her eyes, adding mystery to her looks.

Debbi was beautiful as well, voluptuous, about 3 inches shorter than Karyn, with a slender, curvy, body that was to die for. Her blonde hair cascaded to her mid-back and was styled as Karyn had done hers, they almost looked like sisters.

Style-wise, they were so different, Karyn was the short skirt, titty top and fuck-me heels, type of girl, a born tease. Debbi was the skin tight leathers and boots, biker type, she loved to shock everyone with her hard core appearance, but at heart, she was soft, loving and very faithful to her lover, Karyn.  Their only commonality was that they both wore a one inch wide, polished, thick, stainless- steel, neck-collar with a ?D? ring in the front. They had never taken them off since the day they received them, they were locked on, and the key was thrown away, the very day they were fitted to them.

Karyn didn’t sleep very well the night before the picnic, but she didn’t expect to. Debbi hadn’t slept well either.  The girls spent the entire night making love and discussing what may happen the next day. They were both excited and frightened by the prospects.

Every year, the company picnic was a bit unusual, even for the times they lived in. Attendance was not mandatory, but the female employees would receive a large raise for attending, since they were agreeing to be part of the annual lottery drawing. The drawing was held exactly at 12:00 noon on the day of the picnic. There was always one winner, and since the girls had not won for the years that they had gone, they were able to go this year. Of course, if you didn’t attend, you automatically received a 25% cut in your pay and were not considered for any promotion the next year.

Attendance was usually near 100%, as it was to be this year as well.

They arose early, showered and dressed for the big day. Karyn selected a short, red, pleated satin skirt and a white satin tie-top with a pair of platform stiletto heels in bright, crimson-red, patent leather.  Sitting down, she saw that her skirt rode up to her hips, leaving her entire crotch exposed, just the look she wanted! Forget the panties, she said to herself. She was determined to be the hit of the picnic, one way or another.

Debbi chose a favorite outfit, a black leather miniskirt, a studded, black leather bra and thigh-high boots that nearly touched the bottom of her skirt. Both girls placed matching wide, heavy, stainless steel cuffs on their wrists and locked them securely in place, with the ?D? rings prominently in view.  Although they had not been needed in the years before, they thought it better to be prepared with their own restraints, rather than the ones at the affair. Wearing their own restraints made the reality of the event a bit more acceptable, since they were choosing their own method of captivity, if the occasion arose. Lastly, they proceeded to the bathroom and gave each other three, warm, soapy-water, enemas, followed by a rinse of peppermint, cinnamon, ginseng and cloves in hot water. The final infusion was a rapidly administered rinse of ice water, straight from the freezer.

The result was a feeling of extreme heat that traveled throughout their bodies, followed by a torturous filling with the 30* water, causing even more sexual frustration. They wanted to ensure that they were squeaky clean inside; they wanted no messy accidents, should the unexpected happen.

As usual, the enemas made the girls very hot and sexually excited; they masturbated themselves furiously, as they endured the wonderful cramps and bloating of the enemas. Each one of the series of three enemas drove them to hotter and hotter levels of excitement, making the girls even more excited for the big day to come. They talked wildly about what would happen if one of them should be the winner. The fantasy of it was so terribly exciting, that their masturbation grew more and more furious, as they nearly forgot the reality of the event. One of the girls best and closest friends, Annette, had won last year, the girls were there to see the entire scenario occur, and now, the reality of it had been lost, and fantasy had taken over. . .  So were the tricks of the human mind.

Annette, you see, was the winner of the lottery, and as the winner, she was chosen to be strapped into one of two TENS electro-shock chairs that were prominently placed on the raised stage, in the center of the picnic ground, and be the subject of a slow, erotic electrocution ritual. They had been told that there was a 60 percent chance of surviving the ordeal without becoming totally incoherent, losing control of all bodily functions, and humiliating herself in front of her co-workers.  If the subject did survive intact, she would be rewarded with a fortune in cash, a life-long fabulous job with the company, in a European city of their own choosing.

If not, she would be spitted and barbequed for the picnic goers to further enjoy.

The electric chairs were very ritualistic in appearance; they were made of heavy, red oak, polished and varnished to a super-bright sheen. They were upholstered in blood red leather, with lots of brass nail head studs adorning them. The many security straps were also made of hand-buffed, brown leather, hand tooled and extremely heavy duty. Straps were placed at the waist, the upper chest just below the breasts, on each wrist and below each elbow, on each ankle, just below the knee, and if needed in an emergency situation, a wide leather strap with an attached rubber ball gag, and hole for the nose , that could be fastened around the head.

The most unusual, and prominent feature of the chairs, was the 3-inch wide, 9 inch long, steel and Teflon dildo, arising from the center of the seat. This dildo was in fact the central electrode, through which the current would flow into the winner’s body. Square brass electrodes fastened to rubber straps hung from the chair, awaiting their next victim. They would be coated with a conductive gel and the straps pulled tight, to assure that their placement on the exposed skin of the victim was full and complete. They would be fastened to the seated girl’s ankles, wrists, and inner thighs. The seated girl’s nipples were also to be secured to electrodes. They were: pinch-type, spring loaded clamps, that were designed to pierce the nipples, and assure that the clamps would not become dislodged, even with the most aggressive thrusting of the seated girl.

The initial flow of current, was designed to excite and ease the girl into a state of euphoria, by it’s TENS- like currents, flowing into her vagina and out through the thigh electrodes. This rhythmic flow was sure to cause rapid and frequent orgasms to occur, which always put her at ease, wanting more. Typically; four or five orgasms were given to her, before the computer that controlled the entire show began to ratchet the flow of current upwards, both in time and intensity. The last TENS generated orgasm that she would receive, lasted the longest, and had an increased flow of power. This resulted in the subject tensing up, and causing their body to become visibly rigid, as they crashed into their final orgasm. From then on; the subject was not permitted to enjoy the ordeal, it became rapidly more and more intense and painful. The resulting jolts of current were not always long lasting, but some seemed to last forever . . . especially, for the girl on the chair.

A few seconds, and up to one full minute of rest, was given between each current application, to allow the subject to regain some composure. Each electrode on the body was cycling on and off, allowing the body to react differently, each time it was hit by the electricity. The crowd loved seeing the subject tense up and strain at the straps that held her so tightly, but no release for her was possible. 

Ungaged, the girls usually let out blood curdling screams and plaintiff moaning, that drove the crowd to a frenzy, as they watched the torments increase in intensity.

The special computer; which had been a project of the company, controlled everything and was carefully programmed with the weight, body mass and age of the subject. Typically, the show lasted for 20 to 25 minutes, until a massive dose of power was jolted into the girl, causing her to shake violently and pass out . . .  If she was lucky.

Each girl was offered a ball gag and blindfold at the start of her ordeal, but none ever accepted it, the crowd loved seeing and hearing the lucky girl’s screams, pleadings and moaning. The girls knew this, and wanted to crowd to be pleased with their performance.

Annette was such a lucky girl. Her show last year; was nearly half an hour long.   She performed wonderfully, even though she was not a totally willing subject. Her husband had accompanied her to the picnic, which she always made sure to attend, even knowing the possible ramifications of her attendance. When her number was called out, she shrieked from fright, when she heard her name called out. Her husband calmed her: and after some convincing, lead her to the stage, where two, large, naked guards, wearing only black-leather hoods, and high black leather boots, took her by the shoulders and roughly stripped her clothes off.  Annette cried and pleaded for mercy that was not to come. She was lead to the preparation table, where she was bent over, and forced to grab hold of the far side of the table. Her husband held her arms tightly so that she could move from her position. One of the guards spread her legs apart and inserted a speculum into her waiting anus. Once her ass was opened wide: The guard took a large cotton roll, similar to a tampon, that had been soaked in Vaseline and inserted it far into her ass, to ensure that there would not be any embarrassing accidents, should she lose control during her plight. He then took two of his fingers and dipped them into a jar of white, gooey, cream and inserted them forcibly into her now soaking-wet pussy, lubricating  it well, to ease the insertion of the huge electrode. 

The guards quickly removed her from the table and walked her to the center of the stage, where the first chair was placed. They held her shoulders tightly, and when they had her positioned directly over the large central electrode that protruded up from the chair’s seat, they shoved her quickly downward, causing the large steel dildo-electrode to dig deeply into her pussy. She screamed from its huge size invading her tiny body. The electrode needed to be large and a very tight fitting, to avoid any unnecessary burns from a loose contact with the soft, wet tissues inside her pussy.

Girls that went to the chair willingly were allowed to lower themselves slowly onto the shaft, easing it into their wet, willing, bodies.

The unwilling were not so lucky, they were thrust down onto the seat by the guards, who quickly tightened the restraining straps to avoid any unnecessary movements of the girl, if she tried to get loose.

Annette had calmed down a bit as the electrodes were slowly and ritualistically applied to her body. Her chest was still heaving from panic as they finished the last of them. When the guards took the nipple-piercing clamps and approached her breast, she screamed as they snapped it into place on her left nipple. The sharp steel pin in the clamp bit through her nipple, sending a wave of pain into her body. The resulting scream was heard throughout the area. The second clamp was applied to her right nipple, as she cried out begging, but her protestations were ignored. 

She had stopped begging her husband to free her; as he stood next to the chair, watching keenly as his wife was prepared for her show. His excitement was obvious, as his cock was visible through his shorts, trying to poke its way out.

He bent down next to her and kissed her once, telling her that he loved her with all his heart. He then he pulled his shorts down and began to masturbate himself in front of her, yelling out at her, how much he wanted to see her be tortured.

His string of profanity and name calling seemed to excite his ego, the masturbation grew more and more intense. 

He called out to the torturer, ?Fry the Bitch, Fry the fucking whore now!? 

Tears ran down her face as she heard her husband’s pronouncement.

She cried out, ?NO, Please, I promise that . . . ?

She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence. The first jolt of electro-shock electricity hit her like a ton of bricks. She tensed up, screamed, and then released her grip on the chair’s arms, as the pleasure cycle had begun. She passed out at just the 30 minute mark, after enduring numerous jolts of high current that eventually put her into unconsciousness.  Everyone in the crowd was applauding loudly as Annette was put through her performance by the super computer: most aroused of all was her husband, who had shot his load of cum into her face, as she sat on her throne of pain. To show his undying love of his wife, he managed to soak up the torrent of piss she had voided as she lost consciousness and slurp down nearly every drop.

As Karyn watched her best friend being tortured; she was very upset, but as the show ended, she felt the unmistakable wetness between her legs. She was cumming from watching the riveting scenario take place. All she could do was to imagine herself in Annette’s place, and it was driving her into a sexual frenzy.

Karyn had heard that Annette had survived, she was well, and was now the new general manager of the company’s offices in Paris, France.

The second chair on the stage was exactly the same as the first.  It was there for any volunteer to sit in. The company always had their picnic lottery, but each year they announced that if any other girl in the audience wanted to experience the chair, they could do so, and volunteer to be a participant. Only once in her six- years had Karyn seen a girl come forward to volunteer. Neither Karyn nor Debbi had known her, but she was a shockingly beautiful girl of about 30 years old.

She was about 5'9" tall with long black hair and a waist that had been corseted down to barely 17 inches. She stripped down without question, once she reached the stage, but requested to keep her corset on. The officials granted her request as she was a volunteer, the men watching her applauded their decision. Her 38 inch breast and matching 38 inch hips looked so terribly erotic when compared to her tiny waist.

She bent over the preparation table with a smile, as the cotton plug was pushed deep into her waiting ass, the lubricated fingers of the guards were jammed into her wet pussy. She immediately walked to the chair, sat down on the huge electrode, and began to masturbate herself by moving her body up and down on it, until the guards fastened the straps, holding her tightly and securely.

Her show was unbelievable; she rode the chair for so long that the crowd was getting tired from standing. She smiled through her entire ordeal, and received jolt after jolt of current, as she screamed louder and louder for the crowd’s pleasure. She never lost consciousness, and at the end of her ride, she had to be helped up, as she was visibly shaken and weak, but still smiling. 

Karyn was very turned on by this performance, she dreamed of it frequently, as she masturbated herself or made love to Debbi.

The time had come for the girls to depart for the picnic. They gathered up their belongings, and said, ?Good-by? to their neighbor, who was standing in his front yard.

He knew where they were going and that one of them might not be back . . .

They said little to each other on the drive across town.  There was not much to say.

Arriving at the picnic park; they locked the car, and walked to the gate, where they were given their lottery numbers. This was reality in action.

Karyn looked at her ticket for some time, as did Debbi. It could be the ?lucky? ticket, they both thought to themselves.

The fairground was packed, with nearly one-thousand employees and their families.  Food and drink were everywhere, but the girls could not bring themselves to eat. They walked the grounds; talking nervously to friends they saw, trying to avoid the obvious, that no one was mentioning. Glancing to the concession area, they saw the large fire-pit glowing brightly, the steel impaling pole resting next to the two uprights that would soon hold it, and it’s lucky contestant.

The PA system crackled on and the announcer greeted everyone and said that the lottery drawing would be in ten minutes. Fear and excitement gripped the girls, they felt like their hearts had dropped, as the announcer finished his call. 

The next ten minutes seemed like an eternity. They stood nearly motionless; the crowd, applauding  loudly as the chairs  perched on the center of the elevated stage, were uncovered, awaiting their next victim.

The time had come. The PA system came alive once again, and the announcer began his dialogue about the company, the chair, etc. Karyn’s hands were shaking as she looked down at her ticket for the millionth time.

Then it began, the announcer reached into a barrel of tickets and brought one out. He held it aloft and read it to himself.

Then, he called out the number; ?763, 763,? he repeated.

Karyn looked down at her ticket again; hers was 466. Then she looked at Debbi, who was shaking and crying.

?763,? she sobbed, ?763...?

Debbi looked at Karyn, who held her tightly.

Karyn then said; ?I’ll be there with you all the way my love, don’t worry.?

Debbi took a deep breath, held her hand high above her head, and yelled out, 

?763, that’s me!?

Karyn took Debbi by her hand and together they walked to the stage. They climbed the stairs, and the crowd applauded wildly, as Debbi raised her hands high above her head.

?I’m ready,? she said in a proud but shaky voice.

She then stripped out of her clothes and stood there for all to see. She raised her arms outward from her sides. The two naked and leather-hooded guards took her by the arms, and escorted to the preparation table, for her anal insertion and pussy lube. Debbi bravely accepted the huge cotton roll in her virgin ass, and the gob of grease jammed into her tight pussy. The guards picked her up onto her feet and then escorted her to the chair.

?I’ll do it myself,? she told them.

She positioned her body above the dildo on the seat and they lowered her body onto the steel impalement without hesitation. She gasped as it filled her pussy, she was not used to such a huge thing inside of her, but it did feel so good once she was completely filled and seated. The straps went on very rapidly, she didn’t even know it was happening until they were nearly finished. They were very, very, tight. Breathing was difficult from the constriction of the chest strap, but she endured it, what other choice did she have? She had placed her wrists on the chair’s arms with her bright steel cuffs, ready for binding. The guards made sure that they were firmly attached to the chair. They commented to her that they appreciated that she was self restrained, with such beautiful cuffs.  Since she was very cooperative and did not resist at all, the guards were very gentle to her. One by one, the electrodes were strapped to her body. Lastly the two piercing clamps for her nipples were shown to her.

She took a deep breath and shook her head, ?Yes.?

The guard did her left nipple first. The sharp pin on the clamp bit home as it pierced her nipple. She took in a deep breath as the pain coursed through her chest. Then, she nodded again, and the right nipple was clamped as well. Debbi knew that her time was almost up, the attachments were done, all that as left was for the computer to accept her data and begin her ordeal. All the while, Karyn was at Debbi’s side, holding her and consoling her with whatever kind and soothing words that she could muster. After all, her lover was about to be electrocuted by the wildly random TENS units programming.

Karyn saw that the computer guy was finished with his work and that only seconds were left for her lover before the TENS torture was started.

Then, almost without thinking, Karyn yelled at the top of her voice,

?WAIT, PLEASE, I MUST TELL YOU SOMETHING BEFORE YOU START.?

The guard seated at the computer came over to Karyn and asked what the hold-up was.

Karyn spoke to him in a calm and deliberate voice,

?You must allow me to join my lover in her agonies. She cannot endure this alone; please, I volunteer to be the second victim.?

Karyn raised both of her arms, in front of her face, to show them that she too was self restrained by the bright, stainless-steel cuffs and was ready to be subjected to her tortures as well.

?Very well, my dear,? the first guard said, ?But we must be quick about it, your friend is ready to be started on her journey right now, and we don’t want to keep her waiting, do we??

?No sir, and a further request, Please. Should my lover lose the contest and not survive the electric chair, I beg of you to also impale me and place me on the barbeque next to her, whether I am alive or not.? Karyn asked.

?You realize that you would be impaled and cooked alive, don’t you?? the guard replied.

?Yes, sir, I am ready.?

Karyn looked over toward Debbi, and saw that she was bravely smiling as she sat on her torture chair, but shaking very badly as well.

?We must be quick and start as lunch time is approaching,? he said.

?Yes, sir,? she replied, ?But may I ask you to please use the new version 4.0 program for us both??

?How do you know about that?? he asked in a slightly alarmed voice.

?I work in the advanced programs department, I helped to develop it, sir,? she replied.

?But, as you should know: It’s not tested, and very possibly dangerous, as it lasts nearly 35 minutes, it is not controllable, or able to be stopped, once in initiated.?

?Yes sir, I know that, but isn’t this the best way to find out, with two live subjects??

?Very well, my dear, it’s your choice, but we cannot be responsible for the outcome,? replied the guard.

?Would you like to set the program, in the computer, yourself??  He asked.

Karyn’s thoughts ran through her mind like lightning, she was to set the program that very well might be the end of her and Debbi, she was possibly to be her own executioner! The wave of excitement ran through her loins like a wildfire. She was instantly wet, hot, and shaking from excitement. She wanted to release herself so badly it hurt.

Karyn stripped off her clothes and stood there naked for all to see: Her hands found their way to her crotch, and without thinking she began to manipulate her clit, it didn’t take long, she squirted her juices out in seconds.

Stepping to the control panel, she set about making sure that the new program was fully installed and ready to go. She set the ?No Release? function and took a deep breath as she hit ?enter.? It was set; she was ready to begin the journey that could not be halted.

?I am ready, sir? she replied in a meek voice.

She knew the possible outcome. The as-of-yet, untested program was highly controversial at the company. The inability to stop or alter once started caused some angst among the bosses, and as the program ?learned’ from the feedback of the victim, it continuously reprogrammed its parameters. If the victim was able to endure a particular jolt of current, and reacted well to the electrodes that were used, it would ?learn’ to change and increase its strength as needed to test the stamina of the subject. The randomness of the program was also a cause of alarm, it could start at any point of its program and switch back and forth from very mild to super intense at a seconds notice. The additional 10 minutes of the program also was a point of contention; the previous ones never lasted more than 25 minutes, this one was set at 35.

It was not known if anyone could survive this long a session without serious injury.  Karyn was willing to find out. Debbi had worked with Karyn in the same department and had intimate knowledge of V4.0 also, but did not know what Karyn had just done. Karyn looked at the chairs, and saw that as she had hoped, they were now turned on an angle so that the girls could see each other fully during their journey. This made her very happy.  She stood up from the console and raised her arms up- stretched to her sides. The guards knew exactly what this meant.  She was ready to begin her journey. The two naked guards came to her quickly.

They stood and told her that since she was a volunteer, she had the right to any last wish. She thought for a second and dropped to her knees, the engorged cocks of the guards were too much to resist. She dutifully took each one into her mouth and sucked as well as she had ever done. The result was predictable, each guard shot his hot load of cum into her throat as she licked and sucked harder and harder. She thought that she might as well go out happy. The guards were satisfied with her performance and thanked her profusely.

She then asked for a favor, they granted it at once. She asked to be plugged, just to avoid any nasty elimination should the program go wild and cause her to lose control. She bent over the table and the largest guard took a long, and very thick, silicon dildo butt-plug from the drawer, and fucked her pussy with it to get it wet, she almost came, but was stopped at the last second by a hard slap to her ass by the second guard.

?No cumming, cunt!? he roared.

Karyn felt the rosebud of her behind open as the dildo was pushed against it, the full length slid in, filling her ass with ten inches of rubber cock. She stood up and the guard took her by the arms and led her to her chair. As she passed Debbi, she whispered ?4.0" to her. Debbi tensed up and closed her eyes, she knew what was to follow.

Karyn stood above the seat of the chair. The cold steel pussy electrode was in plain view. She took a deep breath and sat down on it; she didn’t go slowly, she sat with all her force, to ensure that it would find its way deep inside of her quickly. The electrode did its job: It was very filling, and hurt badly as it rammed its way inside of her, but as she sat there watching the straps, and her cuffs, being tightened around her, she forgot the pain and concentrated on her irreversible plight. Karyn tried to move to adjust her position, but she was absolutely unable to move anything, she was fully restrained. The guards came to each girl with blindfolds and ballgags, each looked at them and shook their heads, ?NO.?

With the wonderful taste of the two guards cum still strong in her mouth, she looked at Debbi and smiled, then said that she loved her. Debbi didn’t get the chance to reply.  The first jolt of current hit them both simultaneously and without warning.

Their bodies tensed up; Debbi tried to pull free, but with no avail, she was in for the ride of her life. Karyn tried in vain to speak, but the intensity of the current was too much, she could not say a word. She felt the current stop and then quickly restart, it flowed from her pussy to her thighs, her breasts, her arms and ankles, on and off, fast and slow . . . The results were not terribly unpleasant.

The cycle of electrically driven orgasms had begun. The pleasure cycle was longer, stronger, and more satisfying than in the earlier programs. Karyn and Debbi were both visibly enjoying this part of the ride. The crowd also appreciated the girls reactions, their moaning, crying and flowing tears set the crowd into frenzy.

As Karyn was enjoying her 6th orgasm, she felt the current beginning to flow through her breasts. The nipple electrodes were now fully activated. She felt the temperature of her breasts increase dramatically; it felt like they were boiling. She looked down at them, as best as she could, and saw that they had both grown greatly in size from the torturous current, they were so much larger, firmer, and pointed straight out. Next, she saw something that she had never before experienced, she began to lactate. Milk was rapidly draining from her engorged breasts and running down her body to her legs. When the crowd saw this, they went wild, clapping, yelling, and applauding. As she was watching this phenomenon, she climaxed her 7th orgasm.

Then, abruptly, it all stopped. A rest period, she thought. About 20 seconds passed, the girls looked at each other and smiled.  Debbi was likewise affected and seemed to love it. Then it began again, the flash of current hit hard and fast, there was no time to catch her breath.

?This is the pain cycle,? she said to herself.

The next ten minutes or so were a blur of pain, shock, and the inability to think rationally.

All she could feel were the racking tortures of a program gone wild, it was trying to do its best to torture them, and it was winning!

Debbi has lost control and had wet herself, filling the chair’s seat with her hot piss. Karyn too felt her bladder void uncontrollably, but wasn’t worried about it, she had more to be concerned about.

Sometime later, the electricity stopped. Karyn began to regain her consciousness as the orgasm cycle once again started. It wasn’t as fulfilling as before as Karyn was nearly unable to grasp what was going on.

The pleasure cycle remained on strong. The orgasms started to once again take control of their bodies that now writhed in pleasure, not pain. The girls slowly came back to full awareness, and at exactly 35 minutes, the computer stopped.

The crowd applauded and whistled as loudly as they could. The girls had made it!

Thirty days later, Karyn and Debbi were on the beach at Tahiti, sunning themselves at their new beach front villa’s private beach, with their young hottie man-slaves serving their every need.

?Gotta go into the office today,? she said to Debbi, who was deep into her fourth man slave of the day.

All she got in return was a ?mumphhhhh? Debbi could never talk with her mouth full.

?Oh well,? Karyn said to herself, might as well join her.

She signaled to three man-slaves standing under a palm tree. She motioned to one to lie down on his back. She slipped her pussy onto his raging cock and bent forward, the second plunged his shaft into her waiting ass, and as they started to fuck her wildly, the third bent down and jammed his cock into her waiting mouth.

?Yup, gotta go into the office one day, real soon,? she thought.