“It doesn’t fight.”


    After a while I opened my eyes and looked around. The men were all alternating staring at me or at


    Master Damien, who was motionless behind me. Maybe this was how they had sex, if so I felt buying


    me was a big waste of money.


    “Aren’t you supposed to move or would you Like me to move? On my we go back and forth. I


    only did it a couple of time, but is it different here …Master Damien?”


    I couldn’t stop rambling once I started. It was such an unusual position to be in: impaled on someone’s


    cock while other men watched.


    “You ask many questions, Ciara. Yes, I would Like to move; you may stay still. I was merely enjoying


    this for a moment,” Master Damien said slowly starting to glide in and out of me.


    It felt really good once he started to thrust. He rubbed something deep inside of me every time and I felt


    my own desire building.


    Inadvertently, I started to push back against him. A murmur passed through the group when they


    noticed me, but I wasn’t chastised.


    “sir, may I take my hands off the pole? I won’t do anything bad. It would just be easier if I could lean on


    my hands, Master Damien,” I said before I realized ves probably shouldn’t ask to befortable.


    It was just leaning on my elbows with my forearms crossed and stuck to a pole in front of me was such


    an awkward position. Master Kein moved forward and removed the rope restraining me.


    I moved to my hands and knees, so now my breasts hung freely. They wererge and had gotten me in


    more than a little trouble. When you haverge breasts everything seems to show them off. Now they


    swung with each forceful plunge.


    Master Evan and Master Kein noticed and stroked my breasts liberally, thoroughly entertained by the


    swaying orbs. It felt good and I whispered to them not to stop. That was the only encouragement they


    needed.


    My breasts got all the attention they ever wanted after that. Master Kein gave up stroking and went


    back to sucking. He scooted so hey beneath me.


    I felt certain I would smother the man with my chest, but he moaned in pleasure directly beneath them.


    Soon I was lost in the sensation of his hands, lips, and teeth exploring the rounded flesh. His wet


    mouth passed repeatedly over the reactive tips of my nipples making them into puckered Little nubs.


    Hands were everywhere on me, stroking my sex, my back, and my hips. It was an amazing experience.


    I shouldn’t have orgasmed, but I did, stuttering into the pillow in front of me.


    The stroking hands never stopped and heard them all telling me how good I was for finding pleasure. I


    felt for moment like a puppy that had finally Learned a new trick. It was very strange.


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    My sheath gripped at Master Damien fiercely and the orgasmsted forever. It must have felt good for


    him, too. He took two swift plunges into my convulsing depths and said a series of words I didn’t


    understand.


    I had no time to recover as a new set of hands gripped me and a hard cock plunged inside. I moaned


    at the invasion, not because it felt bad, but because it felt so good. This cock wasrger and I felt the


    stretch. I turned my head and Master Evan was rocking himself above me.


    He was saying something, but I couldn’t understand him. I wondered if I had turned off their Language


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    “Master Evan, I don’t understand you, sir, Master.”


    I couldn’t figure out how to finish my sentence and he was still plowing into my sensitive tissue. It was


    hard to concentrate.


    Master Evan slowed a little as he spoke. “We did not have the saleswoman ce all of our words in


    you Ciara. There are words you do not need to use.”


    His pace quickened as he finished his statement. I nced back and he looked ecstatic. Master Bane


    forced my head forward again. If it wasn’t for the sexual frenzy, I’m sure the grip Master Evan had on


    my hips would have been considered painful.


    Master Evan continued to thrust as Master Bane passed a hand over my mostly bald mound. As he


    started to rub over my engorged clitoris I bucked and moaned. The convulsions that had been fading


    started over again.