Though some of the physical pressure receded when the two men withdrew, it grew more intense every minute I rested on the grass. I was all askew, my breasts bare to the sky, my skirt only half covering my pubic mound. I could feel the co-mingled remains of s****l culmination running from my cunt and ass, soiling the fabric of my skirt, which was now caught underneath my hip.
Suddenly, the master moved into my field of vision and stared down at me.
“I’m cramping, sir, from the beer.”
“Then use the bushes,” he nodded that way.
Of course, heap on the humiliation. Like I needed more!
“But I could made it to the house,” I suggested as I tried sitting up.
“No,” he shook his head. “No, you can crawl to the bushes like a good pet.”
While his friends chattered, I moved away, struggling w
