The Count says, "Look at those beautifully formed breasts.The Count says, "Look at those beautifully formed breasts. How prettily they jut out when she hangs." Someone weighs your right breast in his hand. Another hand strokes the outside of your left thigh. Hands begin to rub your whole body. "Let me look at this cunt," says the woman with the gravelly voice. Two thumbs pull your lips apart to reveal your clitoris, then her right thumb probes inside you. "She's very wet, Johnny." Laughter. Your head is ringing. Someone lifts your robe behind and begins to stroke your buttocks. He explores your crack and presses his finger against your anus. "Oh Johnny, you must let me have her ass!" He presses harder but your sphincter is dry and it hurts a little. "No," you murmur. He pushes in. No. You shake your head. No. He moves his finger in circles inside your ass while other fingers play with your nipples and stroke your clit and cunt. A tongue licks your stomach. Please, no. I don't want to come, don't let me enjoy this. No. "Wait, my friends. You may inspect her, nothing more." The hands stop caressing you. The finger remains inside your ass. "I wonder how many fingers she will take," says the man behind you. He reaches around with his free hand and inserts three fingers inside your vagina. "Ooh, I bet I can get my whole hand in!" says the woman. As they slide their fingers in and out of you you become dizzier and dizzier and let more of your weight hang from your wrists. The woman, you can tell her by her nails, tries to insert her finger into your mouth. |