Helpless to whatever outcome with her body caught up in the ropes and her pasty, nordic white girl booty on offer, Brigitte Lindholm could do nothing but hang there and listen. Pushing and shoving, growling and snarling, and fervent bickering was all Brigitte could use to gauge just how fucked she was – naturally, in more ways than one. From behind her, she could hear numerous bodies sliding their way into the practice ring-turned-venue for Brigitte’s publicly humiliating comeuppance. Sounds of animalistic grunts flooded the cramped space as an innumerable amount of village men lining up to have their recompense tousled over the order of the queue. Brigitte began flipping busty back through the rolodex of her memory to try and tally up the number of limps, bruises, and bloody noses she had caused over the past week. In an attempt to use her engineer’s mathematical brain in a way she never expected to, Brigitte tried to estimate how long it would take her to fuck her way back into good standing in the eyes of the people of this rural hamlet, and of lady Justice. Unsurprisingly, the prospect of getting their cocks wet inspired a positively democratic formation of a ‘hierarchy of cumdumping,’ of sorts, after the initial kerfuffles were sorted. As she hung there on the ring ropes, Brigitte started to consider the implications on world peace and prosperity that this brought. Unable to do much besides bounce on her restraints, the wily nord opted to try and diffuse the situation with her words, rather than her fists – or, hopefully, her ass. “Look, I single-handedly overthrew big the raiding party that had taken over your village! I know that I wasn’t being a particularly good ‘shield,’ public when I was tits using you all as punching bags, but amateur be reasonable!” blurted the exasperated and defenseless Brigitte. There was a pregnant pause in the room, and the idle footfalls pushing down on the springy training ring floor ceased. "That night in the hotel room, when I was with Rico. Mike, I want to get on my knees. She started grinding back and forth as he did his best to work with his public mouth. I couldn't wait. As I licked Clare's juices off Lisa's mouth Clare was busy sucking my cock back big to rigid state. I posed as I had done before and tits heard lots of clicks. “You’re a good Master.” I’ll be your little bitch boy!” Ok… that amateur hurt, that really hurt to say. They busty both sat on either end and watched TV without really saying a word. "Take us to your car, now the real fun begins," Sally crowed. What was wrong with me? Why had that horrible experience got me so aroused?