a week

I'm so tired. I don't know how long I have been in this shed but I'm sure it has been a few days. the number of **** blowjobs I lost count of. my arms hurt even more since my legs gave out long ago and now its just the cuffs on my wrist keeping me in the air. I tried to get them to stand again but after a while they kept giving up again.

I can feel the dried cum from people who pulled out before shooting their load all over my face and I am sure that their is a lot of it in my hair as well. I hear the door open and I lift my head. its better to just keep my head up then have them pull my hair to **** it up. hell one guy actually wrapped my hair around his dick and used it to masturbate. a few of them even sucked on my breast much to my relief. the weight of them is starting to get to be to much and they feel huge.

instead of getting a dick in my mouth I felt the rope around my cuffs come loos and I fell to the floor. "I guess a week in the shed was a bit to much for you," said Paul. I feel two people grab me by the arms and drag me out of the shed.