Emma was on her back on the bed, naked, fastened at four corners, blindfolded.

She loved foreplay; it got her in the mood for what followed.

But, this was ridiculous; she had been here ages.

Her nipples were rock-hard from all the attention.

Her pussy had produced enough lubrication for a back street brothel for the night.

And still, a cock had not been anywhere near her, as best she could guess.

Then, the door opened and she heard his voice. Then another voice, and another one.

Soon, the room was full of male voices.

‘Oh! Shit,’ she thought.