Darryl ejaculated inside her with a grunt and a half-suppressed oath. He was far too quick for her to approach an orgasm, even had she been inclined. He rolled off her and sat up, adjusting his clothing.
“Damn me,” he said to the others. “That was good. You guys should try some.”
“Come here,” Bobby said to Elizabeth. She looked over at Matt, but his eyes were still glued to the TV. With a show of indifference she got up and walked across.
“On your knees,” Bobby said.
She got down in front of him. He unzipped his jeans and brought out his c**k.
“Suck it,” he said.
It seemed as if the extremity of the situation, the fact that she was to be used as they pleased, with no concern for her wishes, produced in the men a corresponding desire to abase her, as if they must take the chance, in a
