I was utterly drained, my body screaming from the endless demands. My p***y felt raw and dry, every muscle aching from the week's relentless use. But according to the lady in charge, I just had to endure two more men, and then I'd be done for the week. The thought offered a sliver of relief amid the haze of fatigue.
I lay there on the worn mattress in the dimly lit room, trying to shut my eyes and escape into sleep. My entire body throbbed—sore thighs, bruised hips, the sticky remnants of c*m drying between my legs. Finally, exhaustion won, pulling me under into a deep, dreamless slumber. It was the best rest I'd had in ages. Was it the countless orgasms that had wrung me out, or just the fact that no one was f*****g me senseless for a few precious hours?
When I woke, the room was still
