Bob's eyes wandered off Korah for a moment as he surveyed the men. Everyone had to come at least once before he moved things along. That was his rule. He was, therefore, waiting for Michael, Alvin, Ryan and Jason.

Miriam's open mouth was pressed against Don's crotch as the man came. The sticky fluid poured down her throat as she jiggled her feet. She pulled her right leg back, the fleshy thigh jiggling and the calf tensing as she also stretched her left leg out, trying to pull her ankles loose from the ropes which tightly bound them.

Hannah moaned around the cock which was pumping into her soft, wet, sloppy mouth, her eyes narrowing in determination as Ryan's fingers began playing with her sensitive area. Her expression deepened for a long moment before she suddenly jerked her head to the side, leaving her neck sore but managing to pull, at least for a moment, away from Alvin's dick. Her insolent mouth took a long gasp of air but she didn't scream or protest (at least she didn't protest as the men expected). Instead, she begged in a desperate tone, "Please move to my pussy, sir! I need your cock mastering my pussy!" Hannah's face had turned bright scarlet as she admitted this need. She immediately wanted to take it back but her head had already resumed its more comfortable position and Alvin's cock had resumed its place in her mouth. She now sucked eagerly to try and earn the reward of vaginal sex. She jerked her head forward a little to stretch her neck.

Abigail shook her head a few more times before Bob looked at her. He frowned a little, "Abigail, you know if you want to do the normal process, you can. Even if the other guys say shit about it, I can deal."

Abigal looked over, chewing her own saliva soaked panties as she took a long moment to consider. She wanted this humiliation to end. She wanted it to end badly. But it would be over and a record would keep her from going to college which would keep her from a career and ruin her life. She just shook her head again and Bob turned away. Abigail nodded to Jason and lowered those dark eyes. She kept those powerful thighs with those rough boots strapped to them, digging into the soft flesh, parted wide, exposing her now slapped and claimed mound. She was ready.

Michael didn't touch Amanda's shorts or her gag. His cock got tenser and tenser, starting to pulse with his cum. Still, he didn't move for any of her holes. Just as she could feel the first surge of cum pulsing out, he moved her soft hands and reclaimed his cock, aiming the hot, fast spurts at her eyes, her nose, her chin, her tits, covering her face, neck and chest with his hot, sticky cum and marking her in a way more humiliating and visible, if not more intense, than fucking any hole. He then took her hand and took control of one finger. He didn't just order her. He moved even her long, manicured finger to dip into the cum dripping on her neck. He moved her finger to her belly just above (or rather below) the waist of those tiny shorts and made her write, in his cum, "jappy, PROPERTY OF MICHAEL." He smiled and patted her outer thigh. "Good, Mandy."