We can't have it all, part 2/2 Jonathan pulled me out of the car, grabbed me by the hair and knelt down on the fallen leaves. the four men surrounded me and my master ordered me to open my mouth. They started spitting in my mouth one by one, then slapping me harder and harder. While I wanted to put my hand on my face, my master grabbed me hard by the nose, made me open my mouth and put his hand there.- Your hands are used to wank cocks, that's all I want to see them do, if they do something else, I understand you?The presence of his hand in the mouth prevented me from speaking, I shook my head in the direction of a yes to try to make him understand that I would be wise. I had started to cry again under the burn from the slaps, and the worry that never left me. Alain removed his hand from my mouth and grabbed my neck with both hands, he had a very unpleasant choking and rotating movement that made me gurgle and lower my head.- lift your head and open your mouth damn it!I did. I remember that they had taken out their cocks and that my hand raised I had to jerk off two, I don't know which ones I had closed my eyes, with tears and spitting I couldn't make out anything anyway. The cocks passed over my face, I could smell their hot smell, acorns hit my lips, eyes, cheeks, sometimes entering my mouth, by reflex I closed my lips and began to suck, which caused reflections on my nature of bitch and bitch. But the worst part is these repeated chokes, these hands wrapped around my neck and this painful spinning motion, I wondered if I was still going to be able to speak and an additional apprehension took hold of the idea that they certainly left marks, and that I will have to explain.- What a bitch, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to enjoy it.It was Bernard, the last time at the apartment he had also been the first to enjoy. My master asked him to cum in my hair, I felt myself pulling back by the hair and soon I felt the hot liquid flowing on my forehead, a hand collected the moisture from my face and crumpled my hair.- It's going to take a lot more to shampoo that little shit. Hold him by the neck and tilt his head back!Again hands took my neck and rested my chin back.- Open your mouth wide, and continue to jerk your cocks!I opened my mouth as much as I could. It is true that my two arms were tiring, I jerked off as best I could the two dicks that I thought were the masters Jonathan and Jean. Suddenly I felt a hot liquid run down my forehead, under the approval of the other men, a few drops squirted on my face and I recognized a pungent odor! piss! he pissed on my hair! I started to cry again.- haa the crying little slut, wait, I'll pass your tears to you by giving you what you came for! I was pulled by the hair and slammed against the hood of the Renault!It was still warm, well, a nice feeling. Jonathan made me spread my thighs and leaned against me. I felt his erect penis resting on my buttocks. He put his hand between my thighs- We're going to grease you little slut, you have to be good!Over the worry and the tears, stronger than me, I felt the excitement build. He pulled my hands behind my back, folded my forearms against each other and started to tie them with a cord, I felt it slip with each turn he made. This done he turned me over on my back and raised my legs, normally I would have loved it, but I was afraid, in a moment I would have his cock in me and after him probably the other three would take me too ! I should be happy! I tried to tell myself that it was well worth the few sufferings I had endured; but something worried me. I didn't have time to think about it.He tied my thighs raised to my arms, leaving me no possibility of resisting penetration, he made me his object. Tied up, legs fully raised, at the mercy of four men, being fucked in this way was part of my fantasies, I should have been in heaven but the concern persisted and I would soon understand why. - Bernard pass me the engine oil!I saw Bernard hand to Jonathan the can of oil a green can! Castrol, I believe! I thought that in humiliation we do no better! Jonathan made the oil flow directly between my buttocks, then he positioned his penis at the entrance of my ass! he hadn't touched me, I wasn't open, Jonathan surely saw the panic pass in my eyes.- that's how we treat whores! !And he suddenly pushed his cock into my ass, under the effect of the oil no resistance was possible for me, I was screaming under the effect of pain, an unbearable burn and a stomach ache took hold of me, he must have hit the bottom, I do not know where, I shouted and I started crying again, while the 3 others approved by laughing, I would have liked to see them there! One of the guys put my underpants in my mouth to shut me up and that bastard Jonathan started chiseling me, new pain, tied up like I was, I couldn' ...

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