The many gay Masters gathered all had violently at her, as well as ordering each of their slaves to also step up and viciously face-f**k or repeatedly corn-hole the deceitful imposter. Every Mistress and Dungeon Girl also took turn after turn after turn with their many big dildoes, and for the next six or seven hours Corey found both of her eager slut-holes servicing an endless succession of p*****s, both real and fake alike. So much hot slimy ejaculate was pumped all over her face, down her come-funnel throat or up her openly gaping sissy-p***y that only an IRS accountant could have kept track of the amount, or of the astronomical number of orgasms occurring. Eventually even clenched fists, truncheons and pool cues were being hammered into her, but it was nothing Corey didn’t both deserve
