Leading her back into the living room I then guided her to the corner of the room and making her face the wall with her back to us I sat back down beside Donna to finish my explanation.Leading her back into the living room I then guided her to the corner of the room and making her face the wall with her back to us I sat back down beside Donna to finish my explanation. "Now, where was I? Oh, yes, you see Monica allowed those truck drivers to watch her masturbate as we rode along, and when we stopped at a rest stop, the car had hardly stopped before she jumped out of the car and, motioning for them to join her, took on a whole gang of them in the men's room." I was purposely avoiding any references to my part in the afternoon's activities because I knew it would be even more humiliating for Monica the way I was telling it to Donna. "Oh, my!" moaned Donna in mock alarm, "how many men were there?" "Well, I saw 9 men enter the restroom, but I think there were 11 who left just before she did. I think there were a couple of black maintenance men in there already. I assume that they fucked her too, although I haven't asked." "You mean they all raped her?" Donna asked. "Well, raped is hardly the word, Donna. You see Monica is a slut and loves cocks and the taste of hot cum. She loves to fuck and so it really wasn't a matter of rape. When I brought her home and checked her I found cum in all her holes, so I thought it would be best if you examined her." "Yes, I can certainly understand your concern," Donna replied. "I wish we could do this at the office, however, the examining table would be most helpful with this type of examination." "Well, we can certainly improvise," I told her. "Why don't we place her on the kitchen table and I'll hold her legs up for you." Monica had stood in the corner listening to Donna and I talking about her and the sluttish afternoon she had experienced, and in spite of everything had found herself becoming more and more excited with every word. Rising and guiding Monica with my hand on her waist, I led her into the kitchen and watched as she obediently sat on the table edge and laid back on the table. I watched with delight as Donna slid Monica's slip up until it was bunched around her shoulders and neck. |