The next hour or I was passed around for a titty fondle here or there, sitting on the lap of each man as they fondled me,until Jordan spoke up rising to his feet.
"Deal me out of this one."
I stared across the table at My eyes darted to Eddie who only jerked his chin towards the hall. There was an extra room back where Jordan would be able to have his way with me.
With a sigh, I walked around the table and let myself be led down the hall my Jordan' hand on my arm. We walked into the empty room and he shut the door behind us. I could hear the roar of laughter from the other guys As I looked around the room, taking in where I was more likely to send a good portion of the rest of the night. There was a single bed mattress and a desk with nothing but a lamp on it.
"Bend over the desk," he ordered.
I did as I was told. Feeling the cold fake wood press agent my breasts, then my stomach. My head dangled over the edge As I gripped the other end of the desk. I heard his zipper then his pants drop to the ground until his rough hands pulled my bikini bottle down just far enough to not get in his way.
“Keep that ass up and don't you dare move.”
I faced him for a breathless moment, unsure if he really meant to do this. Maybe I could get away with another blow job…. I was so wrong.
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