Video playing on the television.

 Cyndi woke to moaning and groaning sounds.  She tried to block out the noise and rolled over, pulling the blanket over her head, trying to go back to sleep.  Her body ached and her head was pounding.  The noise continued, and it finally registered to Cyndi, what the sounds were!  She slowly came to the realization of where she was.  As she woke from her groggy state, she tried to focus on where the sounds were coming from.  Cyndi quickly realized the sounds were coming from the television, and she rubbed her eyes so she could focus.  She also tried to recall where she was and how she ended up here.

   As she focused on the television, Cyndi began to panic as the realization of her previous nights' activities settled in.  Playing on the television was a video of her escapades from last night.  Cyndi watched in horror as she sat on the bed motionless.  As the images came on the screen, Cyndi relived the events, and found out why she ached so badly.  She stared in amazement as she watched each cock stretching her jaws, each cock pummeling her pussy, and each cock assaulting her ass.  She couldn't believe she had taken all that action and still survived.  When she saw each of the cocks spurting their loads all over her face and hair, she instinctively touched her cheeks and felt the sticky residue still caked on her skin.  She tried to run her fingers through her hair, but quickly realized the cum had matted her hair into a tangled mess.  As the television zoomed in on her pussy, it showed a slow trickle of cum oozing out from between her lips.  Cyndi, again, couldn't stop herself from reaching down between her legs and tracing her fingers along the still engorged lips, and finding her blonde curls likewise matted down with sticky goo.  The next scene was gross, but Cyndi couldn't tear her eyes away from the tube.  It showed her gaping asshole, flexing and pulsing as it leaked an abundant amount of cum from deep within its confines.  One more time, as if in disbelief, Cyndi allowed a finger to drift towards her anus.  She was shocked to find that her once puckered hole, was now stretched and very pliable.  Cyndi was still in disbelief, trying to convince herself that it wasn't her in the video.  However, every time she touched herself, she only reinforced the fact that it was she on the television screen.

   Cyndi continued to watch in disbelief as she saw herself cleaning every cock after they were done fucking one of her holes.  Even the cocks that were buried in her ass were buried in her throat moments later!  Cyndi then stared on as the video replayed the entire evening all over again from the beginning.  Cyndi's head was spinning, she couldn't think straight!  She slowly raised herself on her shaking legs to shut off the television and the VCR.  When she made her way to the entertainment center, she spotted a handwritten note lying on top of the television.  Her hands were trembling as she picked it up to read the paper:

Dear Miss Prissy,

We all had a great time last night! You were great! Unfortunately, we all have to get our trucks on the road to make our deliveries. We would have loved to stay and enjoy your company longer. Don't worry about the room, it's paid for.

We were sure you would want a copy of our special video. Each of us will treasure our copy of the video, along with those wonderful pictures! The pictures and the video will keep us company while we are out on the road, to remind us of our wonderful night together.

We will be back in the area on Tuesday night! Those of us, who will be in, look forward to partying with you again!

We should be arriving about 9 PM. Would you be so kind to get the room for us? We'll give you the money when we come in. We'll bring the party supplies!

Luv ya,

The guys

PS
We look so forward to seeing you! We wouldn't want those tapes to fall into the wrong hands! It could be very embarrassing for some of us! Some of us could lose a lot if those tapes and pictures were made public!

   Cyndi silently cried "****," as her trembling hands dropped the paper and it floated softly to the ground.  Cyndi barely gathered up enough strength to make it to the bathroom.  She sat on the toilet and cried her eyes out as she relieved herself.  The piss stung as it passed through, and her shit was surprisingly runny!  She started the shower and crawled in, sitting on the floor as the warm water cascaded over her limp form.  She continued crying, trying to rid herself of the shame and guilt.  Slowly, the water running down the drain seemed to wash away some of her anguish.  Cyndi mustered up enough energy to stand, and proceeded to clean herself up.  She shampooed her hair three times before she felt clean enough.  She then cleaned the rest of her body, gingerly washing her still sensitive pussy and ass.  She let the shower water spray along the crack of her ass for a good five minutes, before she felt like she had expelled everything that was in there.

   By the time Cyndi finished her shower, she had resigned herself to the fact that she really didn't have many choices!  She toweled herself dry and stepped back into the air-conditioned bedroom area.  The cold air took an immediate effect on her bare, damp, skin, causing goosebumps to form over her entire body, and her nipples to stand at immediate attention!  Cyndi looked around the room and spotted her heels near the bed, her skirt was in the corner by the door, and her blouse was draped over the back of one of the chairs.  She continued searching for her panties and bra, but could not locate them.  "Damn truckers probably have them," she cursed to herself.

   Cyndi got dressed, and hurriedly made her way to the car.  Once inside, she dug into her purse for the dark sunglasses.  They dimmed the light that shone into her bloodshot eyes and covered the puffiness from her crying bouts.  She quickly put the car into gear and headed straight for home.

   The next two days passed unmercifully slowly.  It was now Tuesday and Cyndi had to decide her fate.  She had barely slept since that eventful night, trying to figure a way out of her predicament.  Her body had not let her forget that night either.  She was still sore and found it very difficult to walk straight and upright.