I hoped they couldn’t see me. He pushed on my stomach, licking harder…in an awful, beautiful rhythm…he was a bastard…all of them…Brett and all of them. “You wet bitch,” the licker said…looking up…”You are so fucking wet!” It was true…I was. I tried once more to squirm away and I slipped from his grasp on my cunt lips but only briefly as he encircled my legs Big Dick with his arms, lifting me for serious massage tonguing…I was captured…no way out…”UH, OH!” but I was not getting away from him this time. I was in lust…beginning to relax, cumshot wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching open for his tongue and my other captor sensing my lust, released my wrists. My fetish girlfriends whispered words coming to me again: “No one’s going to hurt you.” To be honest it didn’t hurt so far…NO! it didn’t hurt at all. I was starting to ache for more. My hands went to the head of this licking bastard at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his mouth as waves were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped. “She’s ready guys!” he said…”My tongue’s tired! Jesus!” I started to relax a little, my wet pussy open to the night but my ankles were still held…my hands covered my privates and for the first time I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the dark shadows of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn’t cum yet…it had felt good but my body needed finishing…my body was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said nothing but I was silently begging for more….my cunt was aching…the cool air was on my cunt lips..inside I blowjob was bursting and hot. “Come on Brett. We’ve got her ready…now finish her!” Oh no, I thought: OUR VOWS! I looked up. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the scene, the guys and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the shadows. Brett and I had our vows, after all…it was sacred to me and to him…they couldn’t be broken…or could they? “Come on Brett…it’s either you or we’ll take a turn at her…she’s ready…so let’s go.” Brett looked at me, at my eyes, I looked back…my legs being held and spread open…my pussy hot and dripping, my mental state confused and hot…and I do mean HOT! We loved each other; we were going to marry some day…why were we putting it off? I was confused, doubting, questioning my future husband and his resolve…I laid my head back, closed my eyes…It was true: I was hot, and ready and aching… “Make up your mind, guy,” it was the voice holding one of my legs. He went on to explain the areas and how she could have done better. You just massage keep playing with Big Dick me though, you and your ropes and sex games and mind games.” I said, suddenly clear. Somehow I’ll find a way to fix this. She collapsed on the floor, sobbing, still clad in her bra and blowjob panties. I spoke perfect russian from my time spent there over the last 15 years. Ashley was tall for a girl and for her age, about 5’4, and had a pretty face with long blond hair that reached down to her shoulders. My hot breath lingering against her neck, and her warm breath and lips against my chest. Little trembles started. Some of it landed on my stomach and around. Upon entering the palace Ambrose growled as more wounded met his gaze. Wendy’s bedroom was a bit more stark. It was coming out with a slight taste of shit. I sat on the edge of the couch thinking about what is planned for tomorrow. Then, she sees him heading for that attacker from before. Drinking my piss like a good mommy-slut. Jessica dangled quietly before the audience. She might give me everything I want or ask for, fetish but she had seized the power from me and I suspected that she knew it. I interrupted because I’d had a few ideas that I had researched at cumshot home and with Chief Paul McCormick by phone. She knew she had a decision to make. I was shockingly overtaken with the presence of Gail.